The Iliad 5.280–283

So saying, he poised and hurled his far-shadowing spear, and smote upon the shield of Tydeus' son; and straight therethrough sped the point of bronze and reached the corselet. Then over him shouted aloud the glorious son of Lycaon: Thou art smitten clean through the belly, and not for long, methinks,shalt thou endure; but to me hast thou granted great glory. Then with no touch of fear spake to him mighty Diomedes: Thou hast missed and not hit; but ye twain, I deem, shall not cease till one or the other of you shall have fallen and glutted with his blood Ares, the warrior with tough shield of hide.