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Цитата: By the side of the caravan road a heavy cross had been planted, and on this grim tree a man hung, nailed there by iron spikes through his hands and feet. Naked but for a loincloth, the man was almost a giant in stature, and his muscles stood out in thick corded ridges on limbs and body, which the sun had long ago burned brown. ... Blood started afresh from the pierced palms as the victim's mallet-like fists clenched convulsively on the spike-heads. Knots and bunches of muscle started out on the massive arms, and Conan bent his head forward and spat savagely at Constantius' face. The voivode laughed coolly, wiped the saliva from his gorget and reined his horse about. ... The muscles of his heavy, bronzed arms rippled as he pulled the oars with an almost feline ease of motion. ... The cliffs rose sheer from the jungle, towering ramparts of stone that glinted jade-blue and dull crimson in the rising sun, and curved away and away to east and west above the waving emerald ocean of fronds and leaves. It looked insurmountable, that giant palisade with its sheer curtains of solid rock in which bits of quartz winked dazzlingly in the sunlight. But the man who was working his tedious way upward was already halfway to the top. ... He came from a race of hillmen, accustomed to scaling forbidding crags, and he was a man of unusual strength and agility. His only garment was a pair of short red silk breeks, and his sandals were slung to his back, out of his way, as were his sword and dagger. ... The man was powerfully built, supple as a panther. His skin was bronzed by the sun, his square-cut black mane confined by a silver band about his temples. His iron muscles, quick eyes and sure feet served him well here, for it was a climb to test these qualities to the utmost. A hundred and fifty feet below him waved the jungle. An equal distance above him the rim of the cliffs was etched against the morning sky. ... He labored like one driven by the necessity of haste; yet he was forced to move at a snail's pace, clinging like a fly on a wall. His groping hands and feet found niches and knobs, precarious holds at best, and sometimes he virtually hung by his finger nails. Yet upward he went, clawing, squirming, fighting for every foot. At times he paused to rest his aching muscles, and, shaking the sweat out of his eyes, twisted his head to stare searchingly out over the jungle, combing the green expanse for any trace of human life or morion. ... Both were tall men, built as powerfully as tigers. Their shields were gone, their corselets battered and dented. Blood dried on their mail; their swords were stained red. Their horned helmets showed the marks of fierce strokes. ... It was uncanny, but those watching knew it was no more than the reflected image of Orastes’ thought, embodied in that mirror as a wizard’s thoughts are embodied in a magic crystal. It floated hazily, then leaped into startling clarity – a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. He was clad in silk and velvet, with the royal lions of Aquilonia worked in gold upon his rich jupon, and the crown of Aquilonia shone on his square-cut black mane; but the great sword at his side seemed more natural to him than the regal accouterments. His brow was low and broad, his eyes a volcanic blue that smoldered as if with some inner fire. His dark, scarred, almost sinister face was that of a fighting-man, and his velvet garments could not conceal the hard, dangerous lines of his limbs.

Так - это не в тему, но наконец-то сам в "Часе Дракона" нашёл про здоровый двуручный меч Конана:

Цитата: Echoing the cry, Pallantides wheeled and rushed back into the pavilion. He cried out again as he saw Conan’s powerful frame stretched out on the carpet. The king’s great two-handed sword lay near his hand, and a shattered tent-pole seemed to show where his stroke had fallen.

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Короче массивные, "тяжёлые" (надо полагать по впечатлению), мускулистые руки - это говорит о многом. Вобщем что до меня, то я за Кратоса Блэйда, хоть это и не реально-возможный вариант в жизни...

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Цитата: Автор: Germanik Да причём тигр к человеку? Сравнение Конана с кошкой - метафорическое обозначение его тихоходности. Кошки больших размеров (тигры) вследствии строения своего тела (как и большинство хищников) могут быть тихоходными не смотря на свои размеры, а человек имеющий большие размеры по всем параметрам - врядли. разве что у него какое-то особое строение организма (т. е. он мутант)

При том же причём и кошка к человеку: важный параметр - КАК кошка. Если здоровяк-человек обладает качествами напоминающими кошку, то на ум приходит тигр - не в плане массивности, но в плане мощи.

...Второе то, что если исходить исключительно из реальности, то да - пары тигр-кошка применительно к человеческой породе конечно не найти.

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Цитата: Автор: Germanik Ну разговор только о строении тела, а не о их скорости в реале. всяко ихняя конституия предполагает большую ловкость. чем конституция того же Шварца в "Варваре".

Это конечно.

Цитата: Автор: Germanik Насчёт скорости и ловкости может быть. не знаю. но боевого духа и выдержки у него точно побольше, чем у Владимира

Я как раз о - "напоминает кошку" - тут как раз ловкий-гибкий именно как слон.