with ten.  Having shown for a short while some regard for the preceptor’s son in that great battle, Vibhatsu then, smiling the while, stretched his bow Gandiva with force.  Soon, however, the mighty car-warrior Savyasaci (Arjuna) made his adversary steedless and driverless and carless, and without putting forth much strength pierced him with three arrows.  Staying on that steedless car, Drona’s son, smiling the while, hurled at the son of Pandu a heavy mallet that looked like a dreadful mace with iron-spikes.  Beholding that weapon, which was decked with cloth of gold, coursing towards him, the heroic Partha, that slayer of foes, cut it off into seven fragments.  Seeing his mallet cut off, Drona’s son of great wrath took up a terrible mace equipped with iron spikes and looking like a mountain summit.  Accomplished in battle, the son of Drona hurled it then at Partha.  Beholding that spiked mace coursing towards him like the Destroyer himself in rage, Pandu’s son Arjuna quickly cut it off with five excellent shafts.  Cut off with Partha’s shafts in that great battle, that weapon fell down on the Earth, riving the hearts, as it were, O Bharata, of the (hostile) kings.  The son of Pandu then pierced Drona’s son with three other shafts.  Though deeply pierced by the mighty Partha, Drona’s son, however, of great might, relying upon his own manliness, showed no sign of fear or agitation.  That great car-warrior, the son of Drona, then, O king, shrouded Suratha (the Pancala) with showers of shafts before the eyes of all the Kshatriyas.  At this, Suratha, that great car-warrior among the Pancalas, in that battle, riding upon his car whose rattle was as deep as the roar of the clouds rushed against the son of Drona.  Drawing his foremost of bows, firm and capable of bearing a great strain, the Pancala hero covered Ashvatthama with arrows that resembled flames of fire or snakes of virulent poison.  Seeing the great car-warrior Suratha rushing towards him in wrath, the son of Drona became filled with rage like a snake struck with a stick.  Furrowing his brow into three lines, and licking the corners of his mouth with his tongue, he looked at Suratha in rage and then rubbed his bow-string and sped a keen cloth-yard shaft that resembled the fatal rod of Death.  Endued with great speed, that shaft pierced the heart of Suratha and passing out entered the Earth, riving her through, like the thunderbolt of Shakra hurled from the sky.  Struck with that shaft, Suratha fell down on the Earth like a mountain summit riven with thunder.  After the fall of that hero, the valiant son of Drona, that foremost of car-warriors speedily mounted upon the vehicle of his slain foe.  Then, O monarch, that warrior, invincible in battle, the son of Drona, well-equipped with armour and weapons, and supported by the Samsaptakas, fought with Arjuna.  That battle, at the hour of noon, between one and the many, enhancing the population of Yama’s domains, became exceedingly fierce.  Wonderful was the sight that we then beheld, for, noticing the prowess of all those combatants, Arjuna, alone and unsupported, fought with his foes at the same time.  The encounter was exceedingly fierce that thus took place between Arjuna and his enemies, resembling that between Indra, in days of yore, and the vast host of the Asuras.’”