southern quarter, forsaking their maces and spears and swords and clubs and axes.  And then there stood, holding in his hands darts and maces, the broad-chested and mighty-armed friend of Vaisravana, the Rakshasa named Maniman.  And that one of great strength began to display his mastery and manliness.  And seeing them forsake the fight, he addressed them with a smile, ’Going to Vaisravana’s abode, how will ye say unto that lord of wealth, that numbers have been defeated by a single mortal in battle?’ Having said this unto them that Rakshasa, taking in his hands clubs and javelins and maces, set out and rushed towards the Pandava.  And he rushed in amain like a maddened elephant.  Bhimasena pierced his sides with three choice arrows.  And the mighty Maniman, on his part, in wrath taking and flourishing a tremendous mace hurled it at Bhimasena.  Thereupon Bhimasena beset with innumerable shafts sharpened on stones, hurled that mighty mace in the sky, dreadful, and like unto the lightning flash.  But on reaching the mace those shafts were baffled; and although discharged with force by that adept at hurling the mace, still they could not stay its career.  Then the mighty Bhima of dreadful prowess, baffled his (the Rakshasa’s) discharge by resorting to his skill in mace-fighting.  In the meanwhile, the intelligent Rakshasa had discharged a terrible iron club, furnished with a golden shaft.  And that club, belching forth flames and emitting tremendous roars, all of a sudden pierced Bhima’s right arm and then fell to the ground.  On being severely wounded by that club, that bowman, Kunti’s son, of immeasurable prowess, with eyes rolling in ire, took up his mace.  And having taken that iron mace, inlaid with golden plates, which caused the fear of foes and brought on their defeat, he darted it with speed towards the mighty Maniman, menacing (him) and uttering shouts.  Then Maniman on his part, taking his huge and blazing dart, with great force discharged it at Bhima, uttering loud shouts.  Thereat breaking the dart with the end of his mace, that mighty-armed one skilled in mace-fighting, speedily rushed to slay him, as Garuda (rushed) to slay a serpent.  Then all of a sudden, advancing ahead in the field, that mighty-armed one sprang into the sky and brandishing his mace hurled it with shouts.  And like unto the thunder-bolt hurled by Indra, that mace like a pest, with the speed of the wind destroyed the Rakshasa and then fell to the ground.  Then all the creatures saw that Rakshasa of terrible strength slaughtered by Bhima, even like a bull slain by a lion.  And the surviving Rakshasas seeing him slain on the ground went towards the east, uttering frightful sounds of distress.’”

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