Then the Trigartas, O king of kings, and the Madras together with the Kekayas — thirty-five thousand foremost knowers of the science of the bow, unconquerable by enemies in battle — urged on by your son, surrounded the diademed one, who sought to slay his foes together with his son. The Panchala general, conqueror of enemies, saw there the father and son, two bulls among charioteers, surrounded on every side. Surrounded by many thousands of streams of elephants and chariots, by cavalry and infantry numbering hundreds of thousands, he drew his bow in fury, set his army in motion, and advanced upon the ranks of the Madras and Kekayas, O scorcher of foes. Under the protection of this renowned, firm-bowed warrior, the battle line, with its chariots, elephants, and horses arrayed, shone as it prepared for combat. O joy of the Kurus, as Arjuna advanced in front, the Panchala prince struck Sharadvata with three arrows in the region of the collarbone. Then, having slain the Madras, exultant and alone, he struck them down with ten arrows each, slew the horse of Kritavarman with a broad-headed shaft, and, O scorcher of foes, slew Damana, the heir of the great-souled Paurava, with a broad-tipped iron arrow.