It laughs at fear, is afraid of nothing, and doesn’t back away from swords.
It acts harshly toward its young as if they weren’t its own. It is not afraid that its work is for nothing
It laughs at the horse and its rider when it gets up to flee.
It paws in strength and finds joy in its power. It charges into battle.
A quiver of arrows rattles on it along with the flashing spear and javelin.
Nothing on land can compare to it. It was made fearless.
The sound of the whip! The sound of rattling wheels! Horses gallop! Chariots bounce along!