Then in that baitle, fierce Kumara. wrought up with ire, pierced, with a shaft, Drona on the chest; and then repeatedly uttered roars like those of the lion.
कुमारस्तु ततो द्रोणं सायकेन महाहवे। विव्याधोरसि संक्रुद्धः सिंहवच्च नदन् मुहुः॥