But fear had fought for it when it slew its other victims and Conan was not afraid (но страх боролся за него = был на его стороне, когда оно убивало свои остальные жертвы, а Конан не боялся). He knew that any being clothed in material flesh can be slain by material weapons (он знал, что любое существо, одетое в материальную плоть, может быть убито = можно убить вещественным оружием), however grisly its form may be (каким бы мерзким оно ни было: «какой бы мерзкой его форма может быть»).

fear [fɪə], fought [fɔ: t], knew [nju:]

But fear had fought for it when it slew its other victims and Conan was not afraid. He knew that any being clothed in material flesh can be slain by material weapons, however grisly its form may be.

One flailing talon-armed limb knocked his helmet from his head (одна метнувшаяся вооруженная когтями конечность сбила /его/ шлем с его головы). A little lower and it would have decapitated him (немного ниже, и оно sword sank deep in the monster's groin (но сильный восторг охватил его, когда его беспощадно направленный меч погрузился глубоко в пах чудовища). He bounded backward from a flailing stroke, tearing his sword free as he leaped (он отпрыгнул назад от размашистого удара, вырывая свой меч, когда он прыгнул = в прыжке). The talons raked his breast, ripping through mail-links as if they had been cloth (когти царапнули его грудь, разрывая кольчугу, как будто она была /простой/ тканью). But his return spring was like that of a starving wolf (но его ответный выпад был как таковой = прыжок голодного волка; spring — прыжок, бросок). He was inside the lashing arms and driving his sword deep in the monster's belly (он был внутри = между стегающих рук и вгонял свой меч глубоко в брюхо монстра) — felt the arms lock about him and the talons ripping the mail from his back as they sought his vitals (почувствовал, /как/ руки смыкаются вокруг него, а когти рвут кольчугу с /его/ спины, когда они искали его жизненно важные органы = в поисках его жизненно важных органов) — he was lapped and dazzled by blue flame that was chill as ice (он был скручен и ослеплен голубым пламенем, которое было холодное, как лед) — then he had torn fiercely away from the weakening arms and his sword cut the air in a tremendous swipe (затем он яростно рванулся из слабеющих рук, а его меч разрезал воздух в страшном ударе).

limb [lɪm], tear [tɛə], vitals [vaɪtlz]

One flailing talon-armed limb knocked his helmet from his head. A little lower and it would have decapitated him. But fierce joy surged through him as his savagely driven sword sank deep in the monster's groin. He bounded backward from a flailing stroke, tearing his sword free as he leaped. The talons raked his breast, ripping through mail-links as if they had been cloth. But his return spring was like that of a starving wolf. He was inside the lashing arms and driving his sword deep in the monster's belly — felt the arms lock about him and the talons ripping the mail from his back as they sought his vitals — he was lapped and dazzled by blue flame that was chill as ice — then he had torn fiercely away from the weakening arms and his sword cut the air in a tremendous swipe.