with their arrowy showers in the sight of the Dhartarashtras filled with joy.  And the people there witnessed that encounter between those two foremost of warriors who were fighting like two leaders of elephantine herds for the sake of a she-elephant in her season.  Then each slaying the other’s steeds and cutting off the other’s bow, those car-less combatants encountered each other with swords in a dreadful fight.  Taking up two beautiful and large and bright shields made of bull’s hide, and two naked swords, they careered on the field.  Stalking in circles and in diverse other kinds of courses duly, those grinders of foes excited with rage, frequently struck each other.  Armed with swords, clad in bright armour, decked with cuirass and Angadas, those two famous warriors showed diverse kinds of motion.  They wheeled about on high and made side-thrusts, and ran about, and rushed forward and rushed upwards.  And those chastisers of foes began to strike each other with their swords.  And each of them looked eagerly for the dereliction of the other.  And both of those heroes leapt beautifully and both showed their skill in that battle, began also to make skilful passes at each other, and having struck each other, O king, those heroes took rest for a moment in the sight of all the troops.  Having with their swords cut in pieces each other’s beautiful shield, O king, decked with a hundred moons, those tigers among men, engaged themselves in a wrestling encounter.  Both having broad chests, both having long arms, both well-skilled in wrestling, they encountered each other with their arms of iron that resembled spiked maces.  And they struck each other with their arms, and seized each other’s arms, and each seized with his arms the other’s neck.  And the skill they had acquired by exercise, contributed to the joy of all the warriors that stood as spectators of the encounter.  And as those heroes fought with each other, O king, in that battle, loud and terrible were the sounds produced by them, resembling the fall of the thunder upon the mountain breast.  Like two elephants encountering each other with the end of their tusks, or like two bulls with their horns, those two illustrious and foremost warriors of the Kuru and the Satwata races, fought with each other, sometimes binding each other with their arms, sometimes striking each other with their heads, sometimes intertwining each other’s legs, sometimes slapping their armpits, sometimes pinching each other with their nails, sometimes clasping each other tightly, sometimes twining their legs round each other’s loins, sometimes rolling on the ground, sometimes advancing, sometimes receding, sometimes rising up, and sometimes leaping up.  Indeed, those two and thirty kinds of separate manoeuvres that characterise encounters of that kind.