Then he could hold his ground no more. He ran, leaving the gate behind him, with Akhilleus hard on his heels, sure of his own speed. When that most lightning-like of birds, a hawk bred on a mountain, swoops upon a dove, the quarry dips in terror, but the hunter, screaming, dips behind and gains upon it, 170 passionate for prey.
This is very different from the movie Troy where the two men faced each other.
