Into The Jaws Of Death

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One chariot inched forward, causing the leaders to perk up and see who it was. The chariot moved clear of the rest of the army and stopped. The young warrior turned back and addressed his uncle.

“It’s the Chakravyuha”, said a calm Abhimanyu looking at the approaching swarm, “I have seen it before, during one of my meditative sessions with father. I know how to enter it. It’s easy! But before I finished the session to learn how to dismantle the formation, uncle Krishna sent an urgent message, and I had to disengage”

Blood returned to Yudhishtira’s face. He turned towards his young nephew and said, “Go ahead son, rip that thing apart. We will follow you. Between me and the other warriors, we will figure a way to wiggle out of it. A messenger is already on his way to call Arjuna back from wherever he is. But remember…”

Abhimanyu did not wait for him to finish. He remembered the conversation with his mother the previous night. This was his day. This was his opportunity. He charged ahead, blowing his conch, leaving the Pandava army behind in his wake.

The chariot raced towards the swirling vortex. He closed his eyes for a moment, clearing his mind. He told his charioteer, “No matter what happens, do not pull the reins. Think of the chariot as a dart, as an arrow piercing through a chakra. We first go straight through and come out at the other end, splitting the vyuha into two halves. Then we attack each half and slice them into quarters, and then eighths, and so on. We have to defeat this in chunks”

But he knew it was not that simple. He tried to remember the lesson. The formation was built to confuse the enemy. Soldiers and infantry changed positions within seconds. If you killed a line, it would be replenished instantly. You had to be vigilant and agile, while memorizing each warrior’s position, and the direction the soldiers were moving with respect to the warrior. You had to calculate the speed at which they were moving and extrapolate their future positions. You needed to remember where you came from, in order to get back to your original position. If you missed one link, you were dead. If you let the maze confuse you, you were dead. If you flinched, or dawdled, you were dead. If you became disoriented, you were dead.

He picked three arrows from his quiver, tilted his bow parallel to the ground, and released them. They went in three different directions, instantly finding their targets and killing three Kaurava warriors. His chariot then pierced their battalions, mowing down scores of soldiers in a few moments. As the charioteer expertly steered through, Abhimanyu increased his pace, sometimes killing two and other times five generals with single shots. He quickly finished off several squadrons of Kaurava warriors, much to the dismay of Duryodhana, who watched in despair.

Duryodhana’s son Lakshmana Kumara saw the destruction caused by his second cousin and raced towards Abhimanyu. He shot two arrows in his direction. The charioteer changed directions within a split second, causing the arrows to dodge Abhimanyu and ending up killing Kaurava soldiers. Lakshmana Kumara seethed in anger and picked up a spear to hurl towards the young Pandava warrior. But before he could fling, an arrow cut his spear into two, leaving the Kaurava astounded. He picked up his bow again, to shoot another arrow. But as he pulled the bowstring back, an arrow whooshed past him, not touching him. He heaved a sigh. But to his astonishment, the bowstring was broken. The arrow had found its mark. Lakshmana Kumara, running out of options, reached down with his right hand to pick up his mace. As soon as his palm gripped the mace, he fell back yelping in pain. Abhimanyu shot an arrow so precise that it went through the hole in the handle of the mace, and pierced Lakshmana Kumara’s palm, effectively pinning his hand to the mace. The young Kaurava was immobilized. His charioteer tried to steer them out of the mini circle but he didn’t know which way to go, driving straight into Abhimanyu’s path instead. Abhimanyu picked up one arrow this time, slowly took aim, and shot it. The projectile went raced through the air, whizzed past the charioteer, punctured through Lakshmana Kumara’s armor and stabbed him through the heart, with the blade coming out on the other side.

The impact of Abhimanyu’s arrow caused Lakshmana Kumara to be ejected and thrown from the chariot, shearing off his right palm from the rest of the hand in the process, as his first arrow stayed pinned to the mace. Blood squirted out from his chest. His body shuddered for a few moments before turning limp. As his father watched in horror, the Kaurava scion, the heir to the throne perished, fallen by the wayside.

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