Then, O Bharata, surrounded by them, Bhima smiling and roaring like a lion, took up a dreadful mace. He then with force hurled at them that mace capable of destroying the foe, like Indra hurling his thunder against his enemies. Hurled with force and of great strength. That mace began to crush, Oking, your troops in battle; and O king, it seemed to fill the earth with its loud noise. Burning greatly, that dreadful mace terrified your sons. Then beholding that mace of great momentum wrapt up in blazing flames course towards themselves, your troops began to fly away uttering cries.
स तस्तु संवृतो भीमः प्रहसन्निव भारत। उद्यच्छन् स गदां तेभ्यः सुघोरां सिंहवन्नदन्। अवासृजच्च वेगेन शत्रुपक्षविनाशिनीम्॥ इन्द्राशनिरिवेन्द्रेण प्रविद्धा संहतात्मना। प्रामथ्यात् सा महाराज सैनिकांस्तव संयुगे॥ घोषेण महता राजन् पूरयन्तीव मेदिनीम्। ज्वलन्ती तेजसाभीमा त्रासयामास ते सुतान्॥ तां पतन्तीं महावेगां दृष्ट्वा तेजोऽभिसंवृताम्। प्राद्रवंस्तावकाः सर्वे नदन्तो भैरवान् रवान्॥