speed

Then bending his formidable bow adorned with gold, Drona's son began to gaze steadfastly at Bhima who was thus
shooting his shafts at him. At that time, Aswatthaman looked like the meridian sun of blazing rays in an
autumnal day. So quickly then did he shoot his shafts that people could not see when he took them out of
his quiver when he fixed them on the bowstring when he drew the string, and when he let them off.
Indeed, when employed in shooting his arrows, his bow, O monarch, seemed to be incessantly drawn to
fiery circle.

Shafts in a hundred thousands, shot from his bow, seemed to course through the welkin like a flight of locusts. Indeed, those terrible shafts adorned with gold, shot from the bow of Drona's son, coursed incessantly towards Bhima's car.

Drona Parva Section CCI