“Sanjaya said, ’Kripa, O king, resisted Dhrishtadyumna in battle, like a Sarabha in the forest resisting a proud lion.  Checked by the mighty son of Gautama, Prishata’s son, O Bharata, could not advance even one step.  Beholding Gautama’s car in front of Dhrishtadyumna’s, all creatures were inspired with fright and regarded the latter’s destruction to be at hand.  Car-warriors and horsemen, becoming very cheerless, said, “Without doubt, this foremost of men, Sharadvata’s son of mighty energy and great intelligence and versed in celestial weapon, is filled with rage at the death of Drona.  Will Dhrishtadyumna today escape from the hands of Gautama?  Will this vast army escape today this great danger?  Will not this brahmana slay all of us together?  The form that he has assumed today, even like that of the Destroyer himself, shows that he will today act after the manner of Drona himself.  The preceptor Gautama, endued with great lightness of hands, is ever victorious in battle.  Possessing a knowledge of weapons, he is endued with great energy and filled with rage.”  Diverse speeches like these, uttered by the warriors of both the armies were, O monarch, heard there as those two heroes encountered each other.  Drawing deep breath in rage, Sharadvata’s son Kripa, O king, began to afflict the son of Prishata in all his vital limbs while the latter stood inactive.  Struck in that battle by the illustrious Gautama, Dhrishtadyumna, greatly stupefied, knew not what to do.  His driver then, addressing him said, “It is not all right with thee, O son of Prishata.  Never before have I seen such a calamity overtake thee in battle.  It is a lucky chance, it seems, that these shafts, capable of penetrating the very vitals, sped by that foremost of brahmanas aiming at thy vital limbs, are not striking thee.  I will presently cause the car to turn back, like the current of a river dashed back by the sea.  I think that brahmana, by whom thy prowess hath been annihilated, is incapable of being slain by thee.”  Thus addressed, Dhrishtadyumna, O king, slowly said, “My mind becometh stupefied, O sire, and perspiration covereth my limbs.  My body trembles and my hair stands on end.  Avoiding that brahmana in battle, proceed slowly to where Arjuna is, O charioteer; arrived at the presence of either Arjuna or Bhimasena, prosperity may be mine.  Even this is my certain conviction.”  Then, O monarch, the charioteer, urging the steeds, proceeded to the spot where the mighty bowman Bhimasena was battling with thy troops.  Beholding the car, O sire, of Dhrishtadyumna speedily moving away from that spot, Gautama followed it, shooting hundreds of shafts.  And that chastiser of foes also repeatedly blew his conch.  Indeed, he routed the son of Prishata like Indra routing the Danava Namuci.