His head, as massive as a hill, extending in length sixteen yojanas, falling on the ground barred the entrance to the country of the northern Kurus, though now the people of that country easily pass by that gate. It was seen by the Devas and the Danavas that Skanda hurled his Shakti again and again on the field of battle. It returned to his hands again and again killing thousands of the enemies. The fearful Danavas were killed in large numbers by the arrows of the greatly intelligent Mahasena. Then they were exceedingly alarmed and the followers of Skanda began to kill and cut them down and drink their blood. They in great joy exterminated the Danavas in no time.
पतता शिरसा तेन द्वारं षोडशयोजनम्। पर्वताभेन पिहितं तदागम्यं ततोऽभवत्॥ उत्तराः कुरवस्तेन गच्छन्त्यद्य यथासुखम्। क्षिप्ताक्षिप्ता तु सा शक्तिहत्वा शत्रून् सहस्रशः॥ स्कन्दहस्तमनुप्राप्ता दृश्यते देवदानवैः। प्रायः शरैर्विनिहता महासेनेन धीमता॥ शेषा दैत्यगणा घोरा भीतास्त्रस्ता दुरासदैः। स्कन्दपारिषदैर्हत्वा भक्षिताश्च सहस्रशः॥ दानवान् भक्षयन्तस्ते प्रपिबन्तश्च शोणितम्। क्षणान्निनवं सर्वमकार्षु शहर्षिताः॥