A young fellow might be seen here and there, saying to another whose beard was grey: "No! no! you are more robust! you will avenge us, kill me!" and the man would reply: "I have fewer years to live! Strike to the heart, and think no more about it!" Brothers gazed on one another with clasped hands, and friend bade friend eternal farewells, standing and weeping upon his shoulder.
They threw off their cuirasses that the sword-points might be thrust in the more quickly.

Then there appeared the marks of the great blows which they had received for Carthage, and which looked like inscriptions on columns.
They placed themselves in four equal ranks, after the fashion of gladiators, and began with timid engagements.

Some had even bandaged their eyes, and their swords waved gently through the air like blind men's sticks.

The Carthaginians hooted, and shouted to them that they were cowards.

The Barbarians became animated, and soon the combat as general, headlong, and terrible.
Sometimes two men all covered with blood would stop, fall into each other's arms, and die with mutual kisses.