towards the foe.  And like unto Maghavat hurling his thunderbolt, Bhima made that tree, resembling the mace of Yama himself descend with force on the head of the cannibal.  The Rakshasa, however, was seen to remain unmoved at that blow, and wavered not in the conflict.  On the other hand, he hurled his lighted brand, flaming like lightning, at Bhima.  But that foremost of warriors turned it off with his left foot in such a way that it went back towards the Rakshasa.  Then the fierce Kirmira on his part, all on a sudden uprooting a tree darted to the encounter like unto the mace bearing Yama himself.  And that fight, so destructive of the trees, looked like the encounter in days of yore between the brothers Vali and Sugriva for the possession of the same woman.  And the trees struck at the heads of the combatants, were broken into shivers, like lotus-stalks thrown on the temples of infuriate elephants.  And in that great forest, innumerable trees, crushed like unto reeds, lay scattered as rags.  That encounter with trees between that foremost of Rakshasas and that best of men, O thou bull of the Bharata race, lasted but for a moment.  Then taking up a crag, the angry Rakshasa hurled it at Bhima standing before him, but the latter wavered not.  Then like unto Rahu going to devour the sun dispersing his rays with extended arms, the Rakshasa with out-stretched arms darted towards Bhima, who had remained firm under the blow inflicted with the crag.  And tugging at and grappling with each other in diverse ways they appeared like two infuriate bulls struggling with each other.  Or like unto two mighty tigers armed with teeth and claws, the encounter between them waxed fierce and hard.  And remembering their (late) disgrace at the hands of Duryodhana, and proud of the strength of his arms, and conscious also of Krishna looking at him, Vrikodara began to swell in vigour.  And fried with anger, Bhima seized the Rakshasa with his arms, as one elephant in rut seizeth another.  And the powerful Rakshasa also in his turn seized his adversary, but Bhimasena that foremost of all men endued with strength, threw the cannibal down with violence.  The sounds that in consequence of those mighty combatants pressing each other’s hands, were frightful and resembled the sounds of splittering bamboos.  And hurling the Rakshasa down, seized him by the waist, and began to whirl him about, even as fierce hurricane shaketh a tree.  And thus seized by the mighty Bhima, the fatigued Rakshasa, became faint, and trembling all over, he still pressed the (Pandava) with all his strength.  And finding him fatigued, Vrikodara, twined his own arms round the foe, even as one bindeth a beast with cord.  And the monster thereupon began to roar frightfully, as a trumpet out of order.  And the mighty Vrikodara for a long while whirled the Rakshasa till the latter appeared to be insensible, and began to move convulsively.  And finding the Rakshasa exhausted, the son of Pandu without loss of time took him up in his arms, and