The thick dust that had surged up was beaten down by showers of blood, and the earth itself became impassable, covered all over with hundreds of headless trunks. Dreadfully horrifying was that advance of Bibhatsu across the field in battle — like the sporting-ground of Rudra, when he smites living creatures in the hour of the world's dissolution. Being destroyed by the hand of Partha, their horses, chariots and elephants thrown into disorder, turned face-on toward him alone, dwindled in number — they won the guest's lot with Indra.