But at the last Amycus, rising as one that fells an ox, smote with all his might.
As the fight proceeds, the son of Leda improves in flesh and color, while Amycus gets out of breath, and sweats his thews away.
Thus smitten, Amycus lay stretched on his back, among the flowers and grasses.
In the country of the Bebrycians the giant king Amycus challenged any of them to box with him.
Amycus rose on recovering his senses, and the fight was renewed with double fury.
Amycus, who was king of Bithynia, is represented as of a gigantic size, and a great proficient with the cstus.
But Amycus stood still, looking upon Pollux as thirsting for his blood.
This Butes was of the race of Amycus, the great boxer whom Pollux slew, and no man had stood before him.