Then, O king, Dhrishtaketu, valiant Abhimanyu, the Kekayas, and the sons of Draupadi fought against your sons. Chitrasena, Suchitra, Chitrashva, Chitradarshana, Charuchitra, Sucharu, and also Nanda and Upananda — these eight renowned young great archers, O king, surrounded Abhimanyu's chariot from every side. Then great-souled Abhimanyu swiftly struck each of them with five arrows of smooth joints, resembling the vajra and death, released from his marvelous bow. Unable to bear this, all of them showered Saubhadra, the finest of charioteers, with sharp arrows, as clouds shower Mount Meru. But Abhimanyu, though hard-pressed in that battle, trained in weapons and indomitable in war, made your warriors tremble, great king, just as the wielder of the vajra makes the great asuras tremble in the war of gods and demons. Then the finest of charioteers sent fourteen dreadful broad-headed arrows, like venomous serpents, at Vikarna, and having cut down his banner, charioteer, and horses, moved through the battle as if dancing. Mighty Saubhadra again sent other yellow arrows at Vikarna, sharp-tipped and whetted on stone. These arrows, fledged with kanka and peacock feathers, reached Vikarna, pierced his body, and sank into the earth like blazing serpents. On the ground could be seen these gold-plumed arrows, drenched in Vikarna's blood, as though spewing blood themselves. Seeing Vikarna pierced through, his other brothers rushed furiously in the battle toward the chariots led by Saubhadra. Advancing just as swiftly upon those warriors standing on their chariots and shining like the sun, they, in their fury and indomitable in war, began to pierce one another.