Then Pandya, who was like the wind, after having checked, with his weapon, called the or Vayavya, that intolerable shower of shafts poured down by the son of Drona, who was like the mass of clouds, roared most loudly with great gratification.
द्रौणिपर्जन्यमुक्तां तां बाणवृष्टिं सुदुःसहाम्। वायव्यास्त्रेण संक्षिप्य मुदा पाण्डयानिलोऽनुदत्॥३३