Thereat your son Shrutarvan, worked up with rage, struck Bhima with a hundred straight arrows winged with feathers of vultures.
श्रुतर्वा तु ततो भीमं क्रुद्धो विव्याध मारिष। शतेन गृध्रवाजानां शराणां नतपर्वणाम्॥