Bhimasena licks his lips seeing Duryodhana’s ten brothers in a semi-circle in front of him. He fires off four arrows that instantly kill three and hit the fourth in the chest. Bhimasena descends from his chariot. He yells out ‘So who among you has the privilege to die first?’ Two of the brothers approach gingerly with their swords. Bhimasena picks up his sword and fights them both at the same time. But it is clear the pair is no match for him. Within seconds he cuts their heads off. One of the others turns back to run.
‘Yes of course, you are as much a coward as your blind father who wanted to burn us to death in that wax house’
Mention of his father makes the stupid prince to turn back. But before he could look up the powerful mace hits him in the face, mangling up his face so badly his charioteer throws up.
The three other princes left start to retreat. One turns back and starts running towards his chariot. Bhimasena chases after him and pushes him to the ground. As the young brother of Duryodhana falls face down Bhimasena presses his powerful knee into the back of his head. He suffocates for air several seconds before Bhimasena releases the pressure. As the prince gasps for air Bhimasena presses the head again into the dirt. He repeats this several times – playing with Duryodhana’s brother. He then picks him up one final time. As the weak prince opens his mouth to gasp for air Bhimasena drives his dagger right through it. As the people around them watch in horror he withdraws the blade and sinks the dagger vertically into the dead prince’s skull. Bhimasena then deliberately takes the dagger out and tastes the blood dripping from the tip of the blade. He then smears himself with the rest of the blood from the dagger and looks in the direction of the two brothers left able.
They have already given up their weapons – having seen the macabre death of their brother. He grabs each by their throats in both his arms and chokes them. Being the taller one he then lifts them off the ground. The one in his right arm dies after a few seconds. The one on the left fights a few seconds more. Bhimasena lets him off the death grip. As the prince falls to the ground Bhimasena picks him up with both hands and slams him down. The sound of breaking ribs brings out frightening laughter out of Bhimasena. As the prince writhes in pain Bhimasena bends down on one knee and punches him powerfully in the chest. The heart stops instantly and the prince lies dead on the ground. Bhimasena lays him flat, takes his dagger out and stabs him in the chest. Blood squirts out of him like a spring. Bhimasena washes his hands in the blood and turns around to take care of the last alive among the band of ten.
The one brother that was not dead when Bhimasena fired the first four arrows is now lying helpless, watching Bhimasena do the death dance around him. As the big Pandava approaches him he soils his loins. Bhimasena smirks.
“Duryodhana thought his ten worthless brothers could hurt my nephew. Too bad you won’t be alive when he cries for you”
“Please leave me. My brother is the one you want.”
“Leave you? As far as I am concerned you are as evil as your brother. You are all the same. I don’t even remember your name. I will only call you Duryodhana’s brother”
“I have never hurt you. I knew in my heart that you Pandavas were the righteous ones. But I had to support my brothers”
“The fear of death is a strange one isn’t it? You want to live. You know what is going to happen of you. Yet you lie”
“If I have to die let it be quick. I have seen your power and your vengeance. I don’t want to die a slow painful death”
“You are one of the lucky ones O son of Dhritarashtra. Not many people have the good fortune of seeing their internals themselves.”
Without another word Bhimasena takes out the same dagger he used on the other brothers and stabs the wounded prince in the thigh. As he lets out a painful cry Bhimasena slits the man’s thigh all the way down to his knee. Once the gash is large enough Bhimasena puts his hand in and fishes for the femur bone. The son of Dhritarashtra had already passed out in pain. As the Kaurava soldiers watch in revulsion Bhimasena steps on the prince’s knee, bends down and pulls the bone out with all his might. The femur bone snaps at both the knee and pelvis and breaks free. In a demonic gesture Bhimasena picks up the bone, uses it as a weapon and clobbers the Kaurava prince’s head until it gets mashed up.
Bhimasena stands up and lets out a wild roar. The people around him, including Satyaki are stunned at this gruesome act. Conches are blown to signal a brief respite in the war to honor the fallen royals. Bhimasena, soaked in the blood of his victims climbs into his chariot.
“Ninety more to go”
Saying this he directs Visoka to take him to Draupadi’s tent.