Karna knew what was to come. He had known it since he had seen the arrow fly from Abhimanyu's bow mere moments ago. In the shortest gap between one skirmish and the next, while no one else could have stopped it, he had armed and fired an agneyastra. Fiery, as if from the depths of Patala it flew, straight into Lakshmana's eye. Suyodhana's son had been like a son to Karna too, and the horror of his death was not lost upon any in the vicinity.
From his position he saw Shalya had already fallen unconscious from his wounds. Karna scoffed at his weakness. It only embarrassed the Kaurava army to name him as one of its maharathis. Drona was merely watching, waiting for his moment to strike, but Abhimanyu had not yet given him that moment. With a wild swing of his unconventional weapon he felled Kritavarma, whose head now sported an ugly gash. With another he nearly killed Aswatthama, who diverted it by using his arm as a shield and letting it take the brunt of the blow.
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