Not wounded?
Fromentinus.
He seems invulnerable. Arrows and javelins swerve aside wherever he shows himself.
Ammian.
[Calling out from the thick of the fight.] Help, help; we can hold out no longer!
Nevita.
Forward, my bold Fromentinus!
Fromentinus.
[To the soldiers.] Shoulder to shoulder, and at them, Greeks!
[He hastens to the help of Ammian; the mellay rolls backwards a little.