oclus cheered on his companions, loudly shouting:

"Ye Myrmidons, companions of Achilles, the son of Peleus, be men, my
friends, and be mindful of impetuous valour; that we, his close-fighting
servants, may honour the son of Peleus, who is by far the bravest of the
Greeks at the ships; and that the son of Atreus, wide-ruling Agamemnon,
may know his fault, that he nothing honoured the bravest of the Greeks."

Thus speaking, he aroused the might and spirits of each: and in dense
array they fell upon the Trojans: but the ships re-echoed dreadfully
around from the Greeks shouting. But the Trojans, when they beheld the
brave son of Menoetius, himself and his attendant glittering in arms, the
mind to all of them was disturbed, and the phalanxes were deranged,
deeming that the swift-footed son of Peleus at the ships had cast away
his wrath, and resumed friendship: then each one gazed about where he
might escape utter destruction.

But Patroclus first took aim with his shining spear from the opposite
side right into the midst, where they were huddled together in greatest
numbers at the stern of the ship of magnanimous Protesilaus, and wounded
Pyraechmes, who led the Paeonian equestrian warriors from Amydon, from the
wide-flowing Axius. Him he smote upon the right shoulder, and he fell on
his back in the dust groaning; but the Paeonians, his companions, were
put to flight around him, for Patroclus caused fear to them all, having
slain their leader, who was very brave to fight. And he drove them from
the ships, and extinguished the blazing fire. But the ship was left
there half-burnt, whilst the Trojans were routed with a prodigious
tumult: and the Greeks were poured forth amongst the hollow ships; and
mighty confusion was created. And as when, from the lofty summit of a
great mountain,[516] lightning-driving Jove dislodges a dense cloud, and
all the eminences and highest ridges and glens appear, whilst the
boundless aether is burst open[517] throughout the heaven; so the Greeks
respired for a little, having repelled the hostile fire from their
vessels. But of battle there was no cessation: for the Trojans were by
no means yet totally routed from the black ships by the warlike Greeks,
but still resisted, and retreated from the ships from necessity. Then of
the generals, man slew man, the fight being scattered; and first, the
brave son of Menoetius forthwith with his sharp spear smote the thigh of
Areilochus when turned about, an