At ferus Hippomedon quamquam iam sentit inane auxilium et seram rapto pro corpore pugnam, it tamen et caecum rotat irrevocabilis ensem, vix socios hostesque, nihil dum tardet euntem, secernens; sed caede nova iam lubrica tellus armaque seminecesque viri currusque soluti impediunt laevumque femur, quod cuspide fixum regis Echionii seu dissimulaverat ardens sive ibi nescierat.
But fierce Hippomedon, though he sees that his aid is idle now and battle for the taken corpse too late, goes all the same and beyond recall whirls his blind sword, scarce distinguishing friend from foe so long as nothing slows his course. But the ground now slippery with recent carnage and arms and half-dead men and shattered chariots hold him up, likewise his left thigh that had been pierced by the Echionian monarchs spear; but in his passion he had either dissembled the hurt or not known it was there.
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