By degrees he had drawn near; the smell of blood, the sight of carnage, and the tumult of clarions had at last made his heart leap.

Then he had gone back into his tent, and throwing off his cuirass had taken his lion's skin as being more convenient for battle.

The snout fitted upon his head, bordering his face with a circle of fangs; the two fore-paws were crossed upon his breast, and the claws of the hinder ones fell beneath his knees.
He had kept on his strong waist-belt, wherein gleamed a two-edged axe, and with his great sword in both hands he had dashed impetuously through the breach.

Like a pruner cutting willow-branches and trying to strike off as much as possible so as to make the more money, he marched along mowing down the Carthaginians around him.

Those who tried to seize him in flank he knocked down with blows of the pommel; when they attacked him in front he ran them through; if they fled he clove them.