Seeing his own teacher suddenly bearing down upon him, the heroic Panchala prince, son of Prishata, no longer hoped to slay your sons. He set Vrikodara upon Kekaya's chariot and, burning with rage, charged at Drona, master of bow and astras. As he swiftly bore down, the valiant son of Bharadvaja, destroyer of enemies, in his fury cut the prince's bow with a bhalla arrow. Remembering the bread of his lord and acting for Duryodhana's benefit, he loosed hundreds more arrows against Parshata. Then Parshata, slayer of enemy heroes, took up another bow and pierced Drona with seventy gold-feathered arrows whetted on stone. But Drona, tormentor of foes, once more severed his bow, and with four excellent arrows swiftly dispatched his four horses to the terrible abode of Vaivasvata; his charioteer too he sent to death with a bhalla arrow. Leaping down from the chariot whose horses had been slain, the mighty-armed great warrior swiftly mounted the great chariot of Abhimanyu. Then the army, with its chariots, elephants and horses, trembled before the eyes of Bhimasena and of Parshata. Seeing that force shattered by Drona of immeasurable splendor, none of the great warriors could check it. Struck down by Drona's sharp arrows, the army scattered this way and that, like a sea churned into turmoil. Beholding the army in such straits, and beholding the enraged teacher burning the enemy host, your army rejoiced; warriors on every side cried out, "Well done! Well done!" O Bharata.