and charioteer with three broad-headed arrows of great sharpness, proceeded against Drona.  Duryodhana’s son, Lakshmana, resisted the slayer of the Patachcharas,—­him, that is, O king, who is regarded by both the armies as the bravest of the brave.  The latter, however, cutting off both the bow and the standard of Lakshmana, and showering upon him many arrows, flared up with splendour.  The youthful Vikarna of great wisdom resisted Sikhandin, the youthful son of Yajnasena, as the latter advanced in that battle.  Yajnasena’s son then covered the former with showers of arrows.  The mighty son Vikarna, baffling those arrowy showers, looked resplendent on the field of battle.  Angada resisted with showers of arrows the heroic Uttamaujas in that battle as the latter rushed towards Drona.  That encounter between those two lions among men became frightful, and it filled both them and the troops with great zeal.  The great bowman Durmukha, endued with great might, resisted with his shafts the heroic Purujit as the latter proceeded towards Drona.  Furujit struck Durmukha between his eye-brows with a long shaft.  Thereupon, Durmukha’s face looked beautiful like a lotus with its stalk.  Karna resisted with showers of arrows the five Kekaya brothers, owning red standards, as they proceeded towards Drona.  Scorched with the arrowy showers of Karna, those five brothers covered Karna with their arrows.  Karna, in return, repeatedly covered them with showers of arrows.  Covered with arrows, neither Karna nor the five brother could be seen with their steeds, charioteers, standards, and cars.  Thy sons, Durjaya, Jaya, and Vijaya, resisted Nila, and the ruler of the Kasis, and Jayatsena, three against.  And the combat between those warriors deepened and gladdened the hearts of the spectators like those between a lion, a tiger, and a wolf on the one side and a bear, a buffalo, and a bull on the other.  The brothers Kshemadhurti and Vrihanta mangled Satyaki of the Satwata race with their keen arrows, as the latter proceeded against Drona.  The battle between those two on one side and Satyaki on the other became exceedingly wonderful to behold, like that between a lion and two mighty elephants with rent temples in the forest.  The king of the Chedis, excited with wrath, and shooting many warriors, kept away from Drona, king Amvashtha, that hero who always delighted, in battle.  Then king Amvashtha pierced his antagonist with a long arrow capable of penetrating into the very bones.  Thereupon, the latter, with bow and arrow loosened from his grasp, fell down from his car on the ground.  The noble Kripa, son of Saradwata, with many small arrows resisted Vardhakshemi of the Vrishni race who was the embodiment of wrath (in battle).  They that looked at Kripa, son of Saradwata, with many small arrows, resisted Vardhakshemi of the Vrishni race who was the embodiment of wrath (in battle).  They that looked at Kripa and Vardhakshemi, those heroes conversant with every mode of warfare, thus