While this was happening, Dushkarna, standing near his brother, overwhelmed with rage, cut down the bow of Nakula's son in that battle. Then mighty Shatanika took up another excellent bow, able to bear great strain, gathered sharp arrows, and, calling out before his brother, 'Stand! Stand!' to Dushkarna, loosed sharp arrows at him like blazing serpents. Then with one arrow he swiftly cut down his bow in that battle, with two his charioteer, O venerable one, and pierced Dushkarna himself with seven. Sinless Shatanika swiftly killed all his piebald horses, swift as thought, with twelve sharp arrows. Then with another well-loosed, striking arrow, enraged Shatanika pierced Dushkarna deeply in the heart. Seeing Dushkarna slain, five great chariot-warriors, O king, desiring to kill Shatanika, surrounded him from every side. As renowned Shatanika was being covered by masses of arrows, five Kekaya brothers rushed furiously toward him. Seeing their assault, your sons, the great chariot-warriors, advanced to meet them, great king, like elephants charging great tuskers. Durmukha, Durjaya, young Durmarshana, Shatrunjaya, and Shatrusaha — all renowned and enraged — advanced together against the Kekaya brothers, great king. On chariots resembling cities, yoked with horses swift as thought and adorned with many-colored banners, these heroes, bearing splendid bows, with wondrous armor and standards, entered the enemy host, like lions passing from forest to forest. Between them raged an exceedingly tumultuous and most terrible battle, chariots and elephants intermingled, as they struck one another down, and, dealing mutual harm, swelled the realm of Yama.