The demon Khara, having lost a considerable number of his warriors, stood confounded for a moment, overwhelmed by the devastation wrought by a lone adversary—-Rama. Resolute, he rallied a formidable brigade of five thousand warriors —swift, mighty, loyal, and seemingly invincible.
Coordinating them to defeat and capture Rama, they surged forward, encircling him with calculated malice.
Their assault was relentless. Blazing discs were hurled, arrows rained, tridents flew, and maces, axes, and crowbars streaked through the air with terrifying speed some dared to confront him with swords, intending to cleave him apart, but Rama’s arrows tore through them leaving their mutilated forms scattered.
Stones, logs, trees, and molten metals were flung in a desperate bid to overpower him, yet Rama’s arrows reduced them all to ashes. His counterattacks were swift and devastating, leaving the enemy in disarray and fear. Like a lion unfazed by a rainstorm, Rama stood impervious to the attacks, his arrows creating an impenetrable curtain of destruction.
Khara’s forces began to falter under the might of Rama’s wrath. Determined to turn the tide, Khara loosened thunderbolt-like arrows, attempting to overwhelm his foe.
Rama, recognizing the strategic advantage of demoralizing the enemy, swiftly incapacitated Khara’s chariot. He shattered the demon’s bow, slew his charioteer, leaving Khara vulnerable. Three arrows struck the demon fainted, wounding him grievously. Dushana, enraged at the sight of his fallen commander, took charge.
Surveying the carnage, he seized a fearsome mace adorned with metal teeth, a weapon of unspeakable destruction. With his might, Dushana leaped at Rama, but the prince’s arrow severed his arms, in mid-air. The demon collapsed, his mighty form sprawling like a felled elephant, his blood soaking the earth.
The sight emboldened Rama’s allies, while terror seized the hearts of the remaining demons. Three demon generals—Mahakapala, Thilakshan, and Pramodh—rushed forth with massive pestles and tridents, intent on avenging their fallen. Rama dispatched them with precision, his arrows felling them like ancient trees uprooted in a storm.
Dushana’s once mighty legion was obliterated, their bodies strewn across the battlefield amidst shattered shields and broken weapons. The forest once serene, now appeared ghastly lake of
blood, flesh, and bone—a stark reminder of Rama’s unparalleled prowess.
Yet the battle was far from over. Khara, regaining consciousness, rallied the remnants of his forces. Furious at the loss of Dushana, he vowed vengeance. Accompanied by formidable warriors —syngamy. Prudhugreeva… Vajnasathru…and others—he surrounded Rama, each demon armed with colossal tridents and pestles. The scene resembled a pride of elephants concerning a lone lion.
But Rama unyielding, unleashed fiery arrows that tore through the demons with unmatched precision.
Their bodies littered the battlefield, a grim testament to his might.
Only Khara and Tris Iras survived the carnage, their eyes burning with rage.
Trisira, the head of Khara’s warriors, sought permission to confront Rama. “O mighty Khara”, he declared, “allow me to vanquish this human and lay his head at your feet. If I fall, you may take my place in this battle. “Khara consented, and Trisira, riding a chariot drawn by three horses, charged at Rama.
The battle between the two was fierce, resembling a clash between a lion and an elephant. Trisiras rained arrows upon Rama, but they were deflected with ease. Rama’s arrows, sharp and swift, pierced the demon’s chest, slew his horses, and decapacitated his charioteer. Finally with a volley of three arrows, Rama severed Trisara’s head, ending his life.
The remaining demons, struck with terror, fled like deer before the tiger Khara, restraining them vowed to avenge Rama. The events unfolding fast for the great cause of the universe. How this battle turned in eliminating, demon forces from the universe will be known in the coming days.
