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 splintering 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 slew him like a beast.  And placing his knee on the waist of that wretch of Rakshasa, Vrikodara began to press the neck of the foe with his hands.  Then Bhima, dragging along the earth the bruised body of the Rakshasa with the eye-lids about to close, said, ’O sinful wretch, thou wilt no more have to wipe away the tears of Hidimva or Vaka, for thou too art about to go to the mansions of Yama!’ And saying this, that foremost of men, his heart filled with wrath, beholding the Rakshasa destitute of clothing and ornaments, and insensible, and undergoing convulsions, let him dead.  And after that Rakshasa of hue like the clouds had been slain, the son of that best of kings (Pandu) praised Bhima for his many qualities, and placing Krishna in their front, set out for the Dwaita woods.”