In all directions expanding in vast irregular circles, and aimlessly swimming hither and thither, by their short thick spoutings, they plainly betrayed their distraction of panic.
Now it was galloping around and around the black shapes on the ground, and the dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating into the darkness.... They were gone.
Coming through your broken ranks, slitting the throats of people and falling upon, you know, your terrified Macedonians with their barbarian, you know, intensity and frenzy.
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And now tumultuous grow the thunderer's high behests, And lay waste of men, both fields and ancient towns, On every side the war-god sweeps countless troops before him.