mace, Shalya, O king, moved not, like a mountain assailed by an elephant with his tusks.  The noise made by the blows of the maces of those two lions among men was heard on all sides like successive peals of thunder.  Having ceased for a moment, those two warriors of great energy once more began, with uplifted maces, to career in closer circles.  Once more the clash took place between those two warriors of superhuman feats, each having advanced towards the other by eight steps, and each assailing the other with his uplifted iron club.  Then, wishing to get at each other, they once more careered in circles.  Both accomplished (in the use of the mace) they began to display their superiority of skill.  Uplifting their terrible weapons, they then again struck each other like mountains striking each other with their crests at the time of an earthquake.  Exceedingly crushed with each other’s mace in consequence of each other’s strength, both those heroes fell down at the same time like a couple of poles set up for Indra’s worship.  The brave combatants then of both armies, at that sight, uttered cries of “Oh!” and “Alas!” Struck with great force in their vital limbs, both of them had become exceedingly agitated.  Then the mighty Kripa, taking up Shalya, that bull among the Madras, on his own car, quickly bore him away from the field of battle.  Within, however, the twinkling of an eye, Bhimasena, rising up, and still reeling as if drunk, challenged, with uplifted mace, the ruler of the Madras.  Then the heroic warriors of thy army, armed with diverse weapons, fought with the Pandavas, causing diverse musical instruments to be blown and beat.  With uplifted arms and weapons and making a loud noise, O monarch, thy warriors headed by Duryodhana rushed against the Pandavas.  Beholding the Kaurava host, the sons of Pandu, with leonine roars, rushed against those warriors headed by Duryodhana.  Then thy son, O bull of Bharata’s race, singling out Chekitana amongst those rushing heroes, pierced him deeply with a lance in the chest.  Thus assailed by thy son, Chekitana fell down on the terrace of his car, covered with blood, and overcome with a deep swoon.  Beholding Chekitana slain, the great car-warriors among the Pandavas incessantly poured their arrowy showers (upon the Kauravas).  Indeed, the Pandavas, inspired with desire of victory, O monarch, careered beautifully on all sides amongst thy divisions.  Kripa, and Kritavarma, and the mighty son of Subala, placing the ruler of the Madras before them, fought with king Yudhishthira the just.  Duryodhana, O monarch, fought with Dhrishtadyumna, the slayer of Bharadwaja’s son, that hero endued with abundant energy and prowess. 3,000 cars, O king, despatched by thy son and headed by Drona’s son, battled with Vijaya (Arjuna).  All those combatants, O king, had firmly resolved to win victory and had cast off fear with life itself.  Indeed, O king, thy warriors penetrated into the midst of the Pandava army like swans into a large lake.  A fierce battle