This breaks the lion's spring, he becomes entangled in its meshes, and can be destroyed with but little danger.

But no skill or address avails against the charge of a wounded lion.

But you are wounded, Giscon." "It is a mere nothing," Giscon said.
"Nay," Hamilcar replied, "it is an ugly scratch, Giscon; he has laid open your arm from the shoulder to the elbow as if it were by the cut of a knife." "It served me right for being too rash," Giscon said.

"I thought he was nearly dead, and approached with my sword to give him a finishing thrust.

When he struck viciously at me I sprang back, but one of his claws caught my shoulder.