coeunt sine more, sine arte, tantum animis iraque, atque ignescentia cernunt per galeas odia et vultus rimantur acerbo lumine: nil adeo mediae telluris, et enses impliciti innexaeque manus, alternaque saevi murmura ceu lituos rapiunt aut signa tubarum.
They clash without rule or skill, only with passionate anger; through their helmets they see fiery hate and search faces with hostile glare. There is no ground between them, their swords are interlocked, their hands entwined, and in their rage they catch each others sounds like signals of trumpet or bugle.
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