Men fell about him by twos and threes, one on the other.
If Tanno was wonderful Murmex was marvellous.

Never had I seen a man handle a staff so rapidly and effectively.
By this time my nine tenants were afoot, and uncloaked.

Now a Sabine farmer, afoot or horsed, is never without his trusty staff of yew or holly or thorn.

These the nine used to admiration, if less miraculously than Tanno and Murmex.
Since there were now a round dozen skilled fencers plying their staffs on our side, and four huge and mighty Nubians doing their best (with no mean skill of their own, either) to assist us, we soon were on the way to victory.
The remnant of our adversaries still on their feet fled; fled up the alleys between the houses, into the houses, down the bank towards the stream or into the stream, over the barricade of the twin logs.
That barricade made it impossible for us to go on.

The number of men laid low, some of whom were reviving from their stunned condition and crawling or staggering away from under the hoofs of the crazed horses and mules, made it unthinkable that any explanation of the mistake which had led to the fracas could be possible, or if possible, that explanation could quench the fires of animosity which blazed in the breasts of all concerned.
With one accord, without any conference or the exchange of a word, our party made haste to escape from Vediamnum before our assailants rallied for a second onset.