“Sanjaya said, ’Having slain Alayudha, the Rakshasa Ghatotkacha became filled with delight.  Standing at the head of the army he began to utter diverse kinds of shouts.  Hearing those loud roars of his that made elephants tremble, a great fear, O monarch, entered into the hearts of thy warriors.  Beholding the mighty son of Bhimasena engaged with Alayudha, the mighty-armed Karna rushed against the Panchalas.  He pierced Dhrishtadyumna and Sikhandin, each with ten strong and straight shafts sped from his bow drawn to its fullest stretch.  With a number of other powerful shafts, the Suta’s son then caused Yudhamanyu and Uttamaujas, and the great car-warrior Satyaki to tremble.  The bows of those warriors also, O king, while they were engaged in striking Karna from all sides, were seen to be drawn into circles.  On that night, the twang of their bow-strings and the rattle of their car-wheels (mingling together), became loud and deep as the roar of the clouds at the close of summer.  The nocturnal battle, O monarch, resembled a gathering mass of clouds.  The twang of bow-string and the rattle of car-wheels constituted its roar.  The bows (of warriors) constituted its lightning flashes; and showers of shafts formed its downpour of rain.  Standing immovable like a hill and possessed of the strength of a prince of mountains, that grinder of foes, viz., Vikartana’s son, Karna, O king, destroyed that wonderful shower of arrows shot at him.  Devoted to the good of thy sons, the high-souled Vaikartana, in the battle, began to strike his foes with lances endued with the force of thunder, and with whetted shafts, equipped with beautiful wings of gold.  Soon the standard of some were broken and cut down by Karna, and the bodies of others pierced and mangled by him with keen arrows; and soon some were deprived of drivers, and some of their steeds.  Exceedingly afflicted by the Suta’s son in that battle, many of them entered the force of Yudhishthira.  Beholding them broken and compelled to retreat, Ghatotkacha became mad with rage.  Mounted on that excellent car of his that was decked with gold and jewels, he uttered a leonine roar and approaching Vikartana’s son, Karna, pierced him with shafts endued with the force of thunder.  Both of them began to cover the welkin with barbed arrows, and cloth-yard shafts, and frog-faced arrows, and Nalikas and Dandas and Asanis and arrows bearing heads like the calf’s tooth or the boar’s ear, and broad-headed shafts, and shafts pointed like horns, and others bearing heads like razors.  The welkin, covered with that arrowy shower, looked, in consequence of those gold-winged shafts of blazing splendour coursing horizontally through it, as if hung with garland of beautiful flowers.  Each endued with prowess equal to that of the other, they struck each other equally with powerful weapons.  None could, in that battle, find any mark of superiority in either of those excellent heroes.  Indeed, that battle between the son of Surya and Bhima’s son, characterised by a thick and heavy shower of weapons, looked exceedingly beautiful and presented almost an unrivalled sight like the fierce encounter between Rahu and Surya in the welkin.’