Those shafts, in that battle, penetrating through the armour of the son of Drona drank his life-blood. But thus pierced by the wielder of the Gandiva-bow Drona's son did not flinch. Discharging similar arrows at the son of Pritha, O king, he stood unwavering in battle, desirous of protecting Bhishma of illustrious vows.
तस्य ते कवचं भित्त्वा पपुः शोणितमाहवे। न विव्यथे च निर्भिन्नो द्रोणिर्गाण्डीवधन्वना॥ तथैव च शरान् द्रौणिः प्रविमुञ्चन्नविह्वलः। तस्थौ स समरे राजंस्त्रातुमिच्छन् महाव्रतम्॥