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Sanjaya said:
Śrutakarmā, the great king, angrily struck King Citraseṇa in battle with fifty arrows.
The king advanced and attacked Śrutakarmāṇa with nine sharp arrows, and then pierced the charioteer with five arrows.
Śrutakarma, in his anger, struck Citrasena at the forefront of the army with a sharp iron arrow, hitting him in a vital spot.
During this time, the renowned Śrutakīrti covered the protector of the earth with ninety leaves.
After regaining consciousness, Citrasena, the great warrior, cut off the bow with an arrow and struck him with seven arrows.
He took another bow, swift and adorned with gold, and created a wonderful form of Citrasena with waves of arrows.
He, adorned with arrows and wearing a wonderful garland, appeared splendidly like a young man, well-decorated in the midst of the assembly, O king.
In the heat of battle, filled with rage, he shot an iron arrow into Śrutakarmā's chest, commanding him to "Stand, stand."
Śrutakarmā, even in battle, when struck by an iron arrow, bled profusely, resembling a mountain oozing red ochre water.
Then, O king, he appeared in the battlefield with his body smeared with blood, resembling a Kimshuka tree in full bloom.
Śrutakarmā, then, O king, attacked the enemies and broke through their defenses, cutting the bow in two.
Then, the greatly renowned Śrutakarmā pierced him, who had a broken bow, with three hundred iron arrows, O best of the Bharatas.
Then, with another sharp arrow, he swiftly and violently severed the head of the great soul along with the helmet.
The great head of Citravarman fell to the ground by chance, like the moon falling from the heavens to the earth.
Upon witnessing the king being slain and the approach, O lord, Citraseṇa's soldiers charged swiftly.
Then the great archer, in his anger, caused the army to flee with his arrows, just as the lord of the dead, in his wrath at the end of time, drives away all beings. Śrutakarmā shone brightly and swiftly with his arrows.
Prativindhya, with great skill, shot five swift arrows piercing the target, honored the charioteer with three arrows, and struck the flag with a single arrow.
Citra attacked him with nine arrows, striking his arms and chest. The arrows were adorned with golden tips, polished on stone, and decorated with peacock feathers.
Prativindhya, after cutting his bow with arrows, O descendant of Bharata, then struck him with five sharp arrows.
Then, O great king, he sent a formidable weapon with a golden staff to your son, as if it were a terrible flame.
Prativindhya, with a smile, swiftly cut her approaching like a fiery meteor from the sky into two during the battle.
She fell at that moment, struck by Prativindhya's sharp arrows, causing terror among all beings as if a thunderbolt had struck at the end of an era.
Upon witnessing the power being struck down, Citra seized the great mace and hurled it towards Prativindhya, which was adorned with a golden network.
In the great battle, she killed his horses and charioteer. With great speed, the chariot was crushed and fell to the ground.
At that precise time, O Bharata, he leapt from the chariot and hurled his spear, which was decorated with golden bells, towards Chitra.
Chitra, the noble king, caught her as she was approaching and then handed her over to Prativindhya, O Bharata.
In the battle, having approached the heroic Prativindhya of great splendor and pierced his right arm, he fell to the ground, illuminating the place like a thunderbolt.
Prativindhya, in his anger and desire to kill Chitra, sent the gold-adorned spear to the king.
He pierced through his divine covering and heart, descending swiftly to the earth like a great serpent returning to its lair.
The king, struck by the spear, fell down then, spreading his broad and thick arms like iron bars.
Upon witnessing the astonishing sight of their fallen comrades, your warriors charged swiftly towards Prativindhya from every direction.
They created various arrows and catapults adorned with bells, and covered him as clouds cover the sun.
The mighty-armed warrior, with a net of arrows, drove away your army in battle, just as Vajrahasta scattered the demons.
Your men, O king, were being killed in battle by the Pandavas and were suddenly scattered like clouds driven by the wind.
As the army was scattered and being slaughtered all around, Drona's son Ashwatthama quickly approached the mighty Bhimasena.
Then a fierce encounter suddenly took place between the two, just like the battle between the gods and demons, Vritra and Indra.
