He was intent on trying to get near Hector, for he had set his heart on spearing him, but Hector's horses were now hurrying him away.

As the whole dark earth bows before some tempest on an autumn day when Jove rains his hardest to punish men for giving crooked judgement in their courts, and driving justice therefrom without heed to the decrees of heaven--all the rivers run full and the torrents tear many a new channel as they roar headlong from the mountains to the dark sea, and it fares ill with the works of men--even such was the stress and strain of the Trojan horses in their flight.
Patroclus now cut off the battalions that were nearest to him and drove them back to the ships.

They were doing their best to reach the city, but he would not let them, and bore down on them between the river and the ships and wall.

Many a fallen comrade did he then avenge.

First he hit Pronous with a spear on the chest where it was exposed near the rim of his shield, and he fell heavily to the ground.