Dhrishtadyumna himself with nine arrows.  Those arrows, O sinless one, piercing through the gold-decked armour of the high-souled son of Prishata, became bathed in blood and looked beautiful like so many cochineal.  The mighty car-warrior Dhrishtadyumna, casting aside that broken bow, took up another bow and a number of shafts resembling snakes of virulent poison.  With those straight shafts numbering seventy, he pierced Karna.  Similarly, O king, Karna, in that battle, covered Prishata’s son, that scorcher of foes, with many shafts resembling snakes of virulent poison.  The slayer of Drona, that great bowman, retaliated by piercing Karna with many keen shafts.  Filled with rage, Karna then, O monarch, sped at his antagonist a gold-decked shaft that resembled a second rod of death.  That terrible shaft, O monarch, as it coursed impetuously towards Prishata’s son, the grandson of Sini, O king, cut off into seven fragments, displaying great lightness of hand.  Beholding his shaft baffled by the arrows of Satyaki, O king, Karna resisted Satyaki with showers of arrows from every side.  And he pierced Satyaki in that encounter with seven clothyard shafts.  The grandson of Sini, however, pierced him in return with many arrows decked with gold.  The battle then that took place, O king, between those two warriors was such as to fill both spectators and listeners with fear.  Though awful, soon it became beautiful and deserving objects of sight.  Beholding the feats, in that encounter, of Karna and the grandson of Sini, the hair of all the creatures there present seemed to stand on end.  Meanwhile the mighty son of Drona rushed against Prishata’s son, that chastiser of foes and queller of the prowess of all enemies.  Filled with rage, Drona’s son, that subjugator of hostile towns, addressing Dhrishtadyumna, said, “Wait, wait, O slayer of a Brahmana, thou shalt not escape me today with life.”  Having said these words, that mighty car-warrior of great lightness of hand striving resolutely, deeply pierced the brave son of Prishata, who also strove to the utmost of his prowess, with many keen and terrible shafts endued with great impetuosity.  As Drona (while alive), beholding the son of Prishata, O sire, had become cheerless and regarded him as his death, even so the son of Prishata, that slayer of hostile heroes, beholding Drona’s son in that battle, now regarded him as his death.  Soon, however, remembering that he was unslayable in battle by means of weapons, he rushed with great speed against Drona’s son, like the Destroyer running against the Destroyer at the time of the universal dissolution.  Drona’s heroic son, however, O monarch, beholding Dhrishtadyumna stationed before him, drew deep breaths, in wrath, and rushed towards him.  Both of them were filled with great rage at the sight of each other.  Endued with great activity, the valiant son of Drona then, O monarch, said these words unto Dhrishtadyumna staying not far from him, “O wretch amongst the Pancalas,