Drona also, that well-wisher of your son, excited with wrath began to consume all the Panchalas like fire consuming a heap of cotton.
द्रोणस्तु समरे क्रुद्धः पुत्रस्य प्रियकृत् तव। व्यधमत् सर्वपञ्चालास्तूलराशिमिवानलः॥