He, having resorted to sorcery, poured forth much blood; the sky, full of dark clouds, was lit up by lightning. Then falling thunderbolts and rolling peals of thunder, a great crashing, stood in that great battle. Seeing that wrought sorcery, the rakshasa [Ghatotkacha] — [wrought] by the rakshasa — having flown upward, the son of Hidimba struck down that sorcery with his own sorcery. He [Alayudha], seeing the sorcery destroyed, the sorcerer — by sorcery itself — unleashed a most tumultuous rain of stones upon Ghatotkacha.