Then the Dhartarashtras began to rent the air from all sides with their loud out-crics, but, O king, Bhima could not brook the lion-like roars of the enemy, all of great intrepidity.
अथोत्क्रुष्टं महाराज धार्तराष्ट्रः समन्ततः॥ न तु तं ममृषे भीमः सिंहनादं तरस्विनाम्।