Then in that scattered conflict of the chiefs Each Argive slew a warrior. With his spear The brave son of Menoetius made a thrust At Areilochus, and pierced his thigh, Just as he turned away, and through the part Forced the keen weapon, splintering as it went The bone, and brought the Trojan to the ground; And warlike Menelaus pierced the breast Of Thoas where the buckler left it bare, And took his life. The son of Phyleus saw Amphiclus rushing on, and with his spear Met him and pierced his leg below the knee, Where brawniest is the limb. The blade cut through The sinews, and his eyes were closed in night. There fought the sons of Nestor. One of these, Antilochus, transfixed with his good spear Atymnius through the flank, and brought him down At his own feet. With sorrow Maris saw His brother fall, and toward Antilochus Flew to defend the corpse; but ere he strook, The godlike Thrasymedes, with a blow That missed not, smote his shoulder, tearing off With the spear’s blade upon the upper arm The muscles from the bone. With ringing arms