“Sanjaya said, ’Then Karna, O king, piercing Bhima with three arrows, poured countless beautiful arrows upon him.  The mighty-armed Bhimasena, the son of Pandu, though thus struck by the Suta’s son, showed no signs of pain but stood immovable like a hill pierced (with arrows).  In return, O sire, in that battle, he deeply pierced Karna in the ear with a barbed arrow, rubbed with oil, of great keenness, and of excellent temper. (With that arrow) he felled on the earth the large and beautiful ear-ring of Karna.  And it felled down, O monarch, like a blazing luminary of great effulgence from the firmament.  Excited with wrath, Vrikodara, then, smiling the while, deeply pierced the Suta’s son in the centre of the chest with another broad-headed arrow.  And once again, O Bharata, the mighty-armed Bhima quickly shot in that battle ten long shafts that looked like snakes of virulent poison just freed from their sloughs.  Shot by Bhima, those shafts, O sire, striking Karna’s forehead, entered it like snakes entering an ant-hill.  With those shafts sticking to his forehead, the Suta’s son looked beautiful, as he did before, while his brow had been encircled with a chaplet of blue lotuses.  Deeply pierced by the active son of Pandu, Karna, supporting himself on the Kuxara of his car, closed his eyes.  Soon, however, regaining consciousness, Karna, that scorcher of foes, with his body bathed in blood, became mad with rage.[163] Infuriated with rage in consequence of his being thus afflicted by that firm bowman Karna, endued with great impetuosity, rushed fiercely towards Bhimasena’s car.  Then, O king, the mighty and wrathful Karna, maddened with rage, shot at Bhimasena, O Bharata, a hundred shafts winged with vulturine feathers.  The son of Pandu, however, disregarding his foe and setting at nought his energy, began to shoot showers of fierce arrows at him.  Then Karna, O king, excited with rage, O scorcher of foes, struck the son of Pandu, that embodiment of wrath with nine arrows in the chest.  Then both those tigers among men (armed with arrows and, therefore), resembling a couple of tigers with fierce teeth, poured upon each other, in that battle, their arrowy showers, like two mighty masses of clouds.  They sought to frighten each other in that battle, with sounds of their palms and with showers of arrows of diverse kinds.  Excited with rage, each sought in that battle to counteract the other’s feat.  Then that slayer of hostile heroes, viz., the mighty-armed Bhima, O Bharata, cutting off, with a razor-faced arrow, the bow of the Suta’s son, uttered a loud shout.  Casting off that broken bow, the Suta’s son, that mighty car-warrior, took up another bow that was stronger and tougher.  Beholding that slaughter of the Kuru, the Sauvira, and the Sindhu heroes, and marking that the earth was covered with coats of mail and standards and weapons lying about, and also seeing the lifeless forms of elephants, foot-soldiers and horsemen and car-warriors