Having been thus addressed, Bhima, as if bursting with rage, like Yama himself at the time of universal dissolution, rushed towards the Rakshasa, licking the corners of his mouth and staring at him as he struck his own arms with his hands. Seeing Bhima waiting in expectation of fight, the Rakshasa rushed towards him in anger like Bali towards the wielder of thunder (Indra), gaping again and again and licking the corners of his mouth.