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		- He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray.
 - He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword.
 - The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance.
 - In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
 - At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, 'Aha!' He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
		
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