Advancing thus, Bibhatsu loudly proclaimed his own name and swiftly showered that army with arrows, as if with locusts. The warriors, overwhelmed by the torrents of arrows loosed by Partha, could see neither bare earth nor open sky, so thick were the feathered shafts. In that battle they had no thought for themselves nor for retreat; in their hearts they could only marvel at Partha's swiftness. Then he blew his conch, at whose sound the hair of his enemies stood on end, drew his finest bow, and roused the beings upon his banner. At the sound of that conch, the rumble of the wheels, and those superhuman beings dwelling on the banner, the great host of cattle took fright. Raising their tails, bellowing on every side, the cows turned back, taking the southern direction.