rage and vengeance, that great bowman Bhagadatta, filled with rage and perfectly fearless, urged his own elephant.  That prince of elephants then, thus urged with the hook and the toe, soon assumed the form of the (all-destructive) Samvarta fire (that appears at the end of the Yuga).  Crushing crowds of cars and (hostile) compeers and steeds with riders, in that battle, it began, O king, to turn hither and thither.  Filled with rage it also crushed foot-soldiers by hundreds and thousands.  Attacked and agitated by that elephant, that large force of the Pandavas shrank in dimensions, O king, like a piece of leather exposed to the heat of fire.  Beholding, then the Pandava array broken by the intelligent Bhagadatta, Ghatotkacha, of fierce mien, O king, with blazing face and eyes red as fire, filled with rage, rushed towards him.  Assuming a terrible form and burning with wrath, he took up a bright dart capable of riving the very hills.  Endued with great strength, he forcibly hurled that dart that emitted blazing flames from every part desirous of slaying that elephant.  Beholding it coursing towards him with great impetuosity, the ruler of the Pragjyotishas sped at it a beautiful but fierce and sharp arrow with a crescent head.  Possessed of great energy he cut off that dart with that arrow of his.  Thereupon that dart, decked with gold, thus divided in twain, dropped down on the ground, like the bolt of heaven, hurled by Indra, flashing through the welkin.  Beholding that dart (of his adversary), O king, divided in twain and fallen on the ground, Bhagadatta took up a large javelin furnished with a golden staff and resembling a flame of fire in effulgence, and hurled it at the Rakshasa, saying, ‘Wait, Wait’.  Seeing it coursing towards him like the bolt of heaven through the welkin, the Rakshasa jumped up and speedily seizing it uttered a loud shout.  And quickly placing it against his knee, O Bharata, he broke it in the very sight of all the kings.  All this seemed exceedingly wonderful.  Beholding that feat achieved by the mighty Rakshasa, the celestials in the firmament, with the Gandharvas and the Munis, were filled with wonder.  And the Pandava warriors also, headed by Bhimasena, filled the earth with cries of ‘Excellent, Excellent’.  Hearing, however, those loud shouts of the rejoicing Pandavas, that great bowman, viz., the valiant Bhagadatta, could not bear it (coolly).  Drawing his large bow whose effulgence resembled that of Indra’s bolt, he roared with great energy at the mighty car-warriors of the Pandava army, shooting at the same time many bright arrows of great sharpness and possessed of the effulgence of fire.  And he pierced Bhima with one arrow, and the Rakshasa with nine.  And he pierced Abhimanyu with three, and the Kekaya brothers with five.  And with another straight arrow shot from his bow drawn to its fullest stretch, he pierced, in that battle, the right arm of Kshatradeva.  Thereupon the latter’s bow with arrow fixed on the bowstring