O Janamejaya, the ornaments and armours resembled like the meteoric flashes in the sky. With their brows contracted and eyes red in anger, they moved in impatience, their ornaments and armours dangling with their agitated steps. The charioteers soon brought handsome cars, yoked with fine horses. Those heroes, armed with all kinds of weapons then got on those cars. They pursued the retreating chief of the Kurus. O descendant of the Bharata race, then occurred that wonderful fight. That hair-stirring battle in which innumerable kings were on one side and only one was on the other.