Then, gripped by wrath, the son of Bhīmasena, fearsome, struck Drauṇi with fearsome arrows roaring like the thunderbolt — razor-headed and crescent-headed, iron-tipped and barbed, boar-eared, tubular, and sharp earless ones. That incomparable rain of weapons, roaring like the thunderbolt, falling from above — that unbearable rain of fearsome arrows consecrated with the spells of divine weapons — enraged Drauṇi, unshaken in spirit, the radiant one, dispersed, as the wind scatters masses of clouds.