Again and again the pirates were driven so near to the brink of the seawall that one or two would fall, dashed to instant death on the submerged rocks below.

Demetrius was everywhere at once, as it were, precisely when he was most needed, always exposing himself, always aggressive.

Even while he himself fought for dear life, Agias admired as never before the intelligently ordered puissance of his cousin.
The boats to and from the landing were pulled with frantic energy.

The ships had run in as close as possible, but they could not use their _balistae_,[168] for fear of striking down friend as well as foe.

As relays of pirates were carried away, the position of the remainder became the more desperate with their lessening numbers.