Their two opponents
Drove their thoroughbreds hard
And quickly closed the gap, and Pandarus,
Lycaon's splendid son, called out:
"You're tough, Diomedes, a real pedigreed hero.
So I only stung you with that arrow?
Well, let's see what I can do with a spear."
The shaft cast a long shadow as it left his hand
And hit Diomedes' shield. The bronze apex
Sheared through and stopped
Just short of his breastplate.
Pandarus, thinking he had hit him, whooped again:
"Got you right through the belly, didn't I?
You're done for, and you've handed me the glory."
Diomedes answered him levelly:
"You didn't even come close, but I swear
One of you two goes down now
And gluts Ares with his blood."
His javelin followed his voice, and Athena
Guided it to where the nose joins the eye-socket.
The bronze crunched through the pearly teeth
And sheared the tongue at its root, exiting
At the base of the chin,
Pandarus fell from the car,
His armour scattering the hard light
As it clattered on his fallen body.
His horse shied--
Quick movement of hooves--
As his soul seeped out into the sand.
--The Iliad by Homer, Lombardo translation, book 5