The gold-decked arrows, O king, shot by them, speedily filled the terrace of Arjuna’s car.  Beholding those two great bowmen, those two foremost of all warriors, the two Krishnas, covered with arrows, those invincible (Kaurava) combatants became filled with delight.  Indeed, at that time, the Kuvara, the wheels, the shaft, the traces, the yoke, and the Anukarsha, O lord, of Arjuna’s car, became entirely enveloped with arrows.  The like of what thy warriors then did unto Partha had never before, O king, been either seen or heard.  That car looked resplendent with those keen arrows of beautiful wings like a celestial vehicle blazing with hundreds of torches dropped on the Earth.  Then Arjuna, O monarch, covered that hostile division with showers of straight shafts like a cloud pouring torrents of rain on a mountain.  Struck in that battle with arrows inscribed with Partha’s name, those warriors, beholding that state of things, regarded the field of battle to be full of Parthas.  Then the Partha-fire, having for its wonderful flames and the loud twang of Gandiva for the wind that fanned it, began to consume the fuel constituted by thy troops.  Then, O Bharata, heaps of fallen wheels and yokes, of quivers, of banners and standards, with the vehicles themselves that bore them, of shafts and Anukarshas and Trivenus, of axles and traces and goads, of heads of warriors decked with earrings and headgears, of arms, O monarch, and thighs in thousands of umbrellas along with fans, and of diadems and crowns, were seen along the tracks of Partha’s car.  Indeed, along the track of the angry Partha’s car, O monarch, the ground, miry with blood, became impassable, O chief of the Bharatas, like the sporting ground of Rudra.  The scene inspired the timid with fear and the brave with delight.  Having destroyed 2,000 cars with their fences, that scorcher of foes, Partha, looked like a smokeless fire with blazing flames.  Indeed, even as the illustrious Agni when he blazes forth (at the end of the Yuga) for destroying the mobile and the immobile universe, even so looked, O king, the mighty car-warrior Partha.  Beholding the prowess of Pandu’s son in that battle, the son of Drona, on his car equipped with many banners, endeavoured to check him.  Those two tigers among men, both having white steeds yoked unto their vehicles and both regarded as the foremost of car-warriors, quickly encountered each other, each desirous of slaying the other.  The arrowy showers shot by both became exceedingly terrible and were as dense, O bull of Bharata’s race, as the torrents of rain poured by two masses of clouds at the close of summer.  Each challenging the other, those two warriors mangled each other with straight shafts in that battle, like a couple of bulls tearing each other with their horns.  The battle between them, O king, was fought equally for a long while.  The clash of weapons became terrific.  The son of Drona then, O Bharata, pierced Arjuna with a dozen gold-winged arrows of great energy and Vasudeva