Vrishasena began raining hosts of sharp arrows upon the mighty Nakula as he advanced straight like a hawk pouncing upon a lump of meat with its wings spread.
वितत्य पक्षौ सहसा पतन्तं श्येनं यथैवामुिषलब्धमाजौ॥ अवाकिरद् वृषसेनस्ततस्तं शितैः शरैर्नकुलमुदारवीर्यम्।