That slayer of foes, advancing impetuously towards them, and coursing in diverse tracks, slew them with his mace.  Loud sounds arose from among them while they were being assailed by Bhima, like those that arise from among herd of elephants struck with large pieces of rocks.  Having slain those 3,000 excellent horses of Subala’s son in that way, he rode upon another car, and filled with rage proceeded against the son of Radha.  Meanwhile, Karna also, O king, covered Dharma’s son (Yudhishthira) that chastiser of foes, with thick showers of arrows, and felled his driver.  Then that mighty car-warrior beholding Yudhishthira fly away in that battle, pursued him, shooting many straight-coursing shafts equipped with Kanka feathers.  The son of the Wind-god, filled with wrath, and covering the entire welkin with his shafts, shrouded Karna with thick showers of arrows as the latter pursued the king from behind.  The son of Radha then, that crusher of foes, turning back from the pursuit, quickly covered Bhima himself with sharp arrows from every side.  Then Satyaki, of immeasurable soul, O Bharata, placing himself on the side of Bhima’s car, began to afflict Karna who was in front of Bhima.  Though exceedingly afflicted by Satyaki, Karna still approached Bhima.  Approaching each other those two bulls among all wielders of bows, those two heroes endued with great energy, looked exceedingly resplendent as they sped their beautiful arrows at each other.  Spread by them, O monarch, in the welkin, those flights of arrows, blazing as the backs of cranes, looked exceedingly fierce and terrible.  In consequence of those thousands of arrows, O king, neither the rays of the Sun nor the points of the compass, cardinal and subsidiary, could any longer be noticed either by ourselves or by the enemy.  Indeed, the blazing effulgence of the Sun shining at mid-day was dispelled by those dense showers of arrows shot by Karna and the son of Pandu.  Beholding the son of Subala, and Kritavarma, and Drona’s son, and Adhiratha’s son, and Kripa, engaged with the Pandavas, the Kauravas rallied and came back to the fight.  Tremendous became the din, O monarch, that was made by that host as it rushed impetuously against their foes, resembling that terrible noise that is made by many oceans swollen with rains.  Furiously engaged in battle, the two hosts became filled with great joy as the warriors beheld and seized one another in that dreadful melee.  The battle that commenced at that hour when the Sun had reached the meridian was such that its like had never been heard or seen by us.  One vast host rushed against another, like a vast reservoir of water rushing towards the ocean.  The din that arose from the two hosts as they roared at each other, was loud and deep as that which may be heard when several oceans mingle with one another.  Indeed, the two furious hosts, approaching each other, mingled into one mass like two furious rivers that run into each other.