[An ordinary mortal would have taken to his knee for two fierce strikes such as those, yet well does he know that ordinary she is not. Thus he clenches his jaw and finds a pittance of pride for how he caused her to budge at all, for she is built no less sturdy than a stone-walled stronghold, peerless perhaps but for the wall that guards Troy, the masonry of the gods.]
You may hit where you like, daughter of Jolanda. Before your fist I shall not flinch.
[So speaking, he squares his stance and braces himself against what blow she may deliver: he expects from her force no less wild than that of a boar, in whose thick hide arrows are as thorns, and so onward it rages unmitigated.]
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You may hit where you like, daughter of Jolanda. Before your fist I shall not flinch.
[So speaking, he squares his stance and braces himself against what blow she may deliver: he expects from her force no less wild than that of a boar, in whose thick hide arrows are as thorns, and so onward it rages unmitigated.]