Rostam Shoots Ashkabus on Foot

From B13.28, Rostam Battles Ashkabus. It illustrates B13.28.33–44 (to B13.28.48):

B13.28.33
He saw Ashkabus glory in his steed,Then bent his bow to answer pride with deed.
B13.28.34
He shot an arrow at the charger’s breast;The horse fell headlong, stripped of pride and rest.
B13.28.35
Rostam laughed and cried, “Sit by your friend;Nurse his head awhile and let your combat end.
B13.28.36
Rest from the fight beside your noble steed;Attend your fallen comrade in his need.”
B13.28.37
Then Ashkabus, his quivering body strained,His face like sandarac, his bow he gained.
B13.28.38
He strung his bow and loosed a furious rain;But Rostam cried, “Your arrows fall in vain.
B13.28.39
You waste your spirit, arms, and body too;This useless toil brings no reward to you.”
B13.28.40
He reached toward his belt and chose with careA poplar shaft, straight-flying through the air.
B13.28.41
Four eagle feathers balanced it for flight;Its polished arrowhead flashed clear and bright.
B13.28.42
He took the bow of Chakh within his hand,And set his thumbstall to the deer-hide strand.
B13.28.43
His left arm straight, his right drew back with might;The bow of Chakh cried out, its string drawn tight.
B13.28.44
The nock drew backward till it reached his ear;The deer-hide string rang sharp and strong and clear.