Seeing that fiercer, most terrible downpour of the rakshasa, made of great weapons, falling, and the streams of the army being struck down, great fear entered your sons. And jackal-women, with tongues blazing like fire, most fearsome-voiced, howling by the hundreds, and beholding the roaring hosts of rakshasas, the warriors of the king were struck with terror. Those, with blazing tongues and faces and sharp fangs, dreadful, with bodies like mountains, moving through the sky, spears clutched in hand, poured forth, as it were, a path of rain like clouds. Struck by them with arrows, spears, and pikes, with fierce maces and blazing bludgeons, with thunderbolts, tridents, strokes of lightning, and shattered by discuses and shataghnis, they fell.