His lower lip was caught between his teeth, and a thin stream of blood ran from it over the smooth, clean-cut chin.

It was the only sign he gave that he was putting forth the whole of his strength.
A murmur of surprise that had in it a note of uneasiness began to run through the ring of onlookers.

They had seen many a fight before, but never a fight like this.

Samson's face had gone from red to purple.

His eyes had begun to start.