Scarce a chariot reached our lines, and those that did were destroyed, leaving us unbroken.
The chariots were done with and their drivers dead, but there still frowned the squares of the Immortals.

We shot at them till nearly all our shafts were spent, and, galled to madness, they charged.

We did not wait for the points of those long spears, but ran in beneath them striking with our short swords, and oh! grim and desperate was that battle, since the Easterns were clad in mail and the Ethiopians had but short jerkins of bull's hide.
Fight as we would we were driven back.

The fray turned against us and we fell by hundreds.

I bethought me of flight to the hills, since now we were outnumbered and very weary.