Staying on that horseless car Drona's son, smiling, discharged, at the son of Pandu a heavy mallet that looked like a dreadful mace with iron spikes.
हताश्वे तु रथे तिष्ठन् द्रोणपुत्रस्त्वयस्मयम्॥ मुसलं पाण्डुपुत्राय चिक्षेप परिघोपमम्।