In the meantime, there is gore. For example:
Eurypylus, chasing Hypsenor fleeing on before him,
flailed with a sword, slashed the Trojan's shoulder
and lopped away the massive bulk of Hypsenor's arm...
the bloody arm dropped to the earth, and red death
came plunging down his eyes.... [Bk. 5, 88-92]
...Straight into Agamemnon's spearhead ramming sharp -
the rim of the bronze helmet could not hold it,
clean through heavy metal and bone the point burst
and the brains splattered all inside the casque. [Bk. 11,110-114]
Diomedes struck him square across the neck -
a flashing hack of the sword - both tendons snapped
and the shrieking head went tumbling in the dust. [Bk. 10, 525-527]
Good heavens. I keep telling myself that this is oral tradition, it was poetry performed out loud in taverns and bars for drunken sailors and fishermen; it was basically the equivalent of an action movie. There are a few lovely exchanges between heroes and their wives, and a few funny moments among gods (as when Ares, god of war, is wounded and basically turns into a crybaby and scoots back up to Olympus). Still - I think I'll be done with war stories for awhile when I'm done with this.
Meanwhile, I'm somewhere in Book 17 and still waiting for Achilles to show up.