Then they poured their arrows of Pandu's son of fearful deeds like clouds drenching the mountain breast with their contents at the end of summer. Like a mountain receiving a shower of stones, the son of Pandu then received that arrowy shower and that slayer of foes was none the less worse for it. Then the son of Kunti, as if smiling, dispatched with his arrows, Vinda and Anuvinda together with Suvarman to the abode of death. Then, O foremost of the Bharatas, he pierced in battle, your heroic son Sudarsana, who fell down and died on the spot. Then in no time, the son of Pandu, casting his eyes on all directions, began to agitate that car-host with his (fierce) arrows. Then like a herd of deer, terrified at the loud clatter of ear-wheels.