At vaga palantes campo fuga volvit Achivos nec tantum hostiles turmae aut ferrum mortale timetur: omnibus ante oculos irae Iovis, omnibus ardent arma metu galeaeque tonant, visusque paventes ipse sequi et profugis opponere Iuppiter ignes.
But scattered flight rolls the Achaeans pell-mell over the plain, nor do they now fear only enemy squadrons or mortal steel. All have the wrath of Jove before their eyes, for all fear makes their armour burn and their helmets thunder. Jupiter himself seems to pursue them in their terror and block their escape with his fires.
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