Fierce arrows, loosed by [Drona,] deft of hand, mangled chariot-warriors, horsemen, elephants, horses, and footmen. Like a thundering cloud borne by the wind at the close of summer before the rains, he poured down a shower of stones, striking terror into the enemies. He, the mighty one, roamed then, O king, throwing the army into confusion, augmenting a superhuman dread among the foes. His bow, adorned with gold, flitted in that chariot resembling a cloud, like lightning among clouds, appearing to sight again and again.