O son of Kunti, that weapon rushed onwards like flakes of cotton blown away by the winds. Tlien a great and hair-stirring battle took place. O king of kings, having rcguined light, I again fought with the enemy.
ततस्तदस्त्रं कौन्तेयधूतं तूलमिवानलैः। तथा तदभवद् युद्धं तुमुलं लोमहर्षणम्। लब्धालोकस्तु राजेन्द्र पुनः शत्रुमयोधयम्॥