Rushing forward, filled with the poison of anger, with a bow like a gaping mouth, with sharp arrows like teeth, with tempered iron shafts like fangs; with eyes red with fury and impatience, hissing like a great serpent; with red horses of great swiftness delighting the heroic men, as if flying up into the sky, as if striding everywhere — loosing golden-feathered arrows, [Drona] rushed upon Yuyudhana.