"At them now, wolves!" he shouted.
Then the lines of warriors sprang up as a wave springs, and their crests were like foam upon the wave.

As a wave that swells to break they rose suddenly, like a breaking wave they poured down the slope.

In front of them was the Slaughterer, holding Groan-Maker aloft, and oh! his feet were swift.

So swift were his feet that, strive as they would, he outran them by the quarter of a spear's throw.

Galazi heard the thunder of their rush; he looked round, and as he looked, lo! the Slaughterer swept past him, running like a buck.