Jackals wrangled; ghosts, spirits and fiends filled the bowls of skulls with blood: devils clashed the heads of slain warriors like cymbals and the Yogin¶s * danced. Ýr¶ RŒma’s fierce arrows tore to pieces the leaders’ breast, arms and heads; their bodies fell on every side but stood up again to fight with terrible cries of “Seize, capture!” Vultures flew away with the end of entrails in their claws, while goblins scampered with the other end help in their hands; one might fancy numberless children of the town of the battle-field were flying kites. A large number of champions, that had been smitten four in number. 678 * ÝR” RMACARITAMNASA* or knocked down or whose breast had been torn, lay moaning. Finding their army in distress leaders like TriÜirŒ, Khara and Dµuƒa˜a turned towards Ýr¶ RŒma. Countless demons hurled furiously against the Hero of Raghu’s line arrows, spears, iron clubs, axes, javelins and daggers all at once. In the twinkling of an eye the Lord warded off the enemy’s shafts and sent forth His own arrows, planting ten shafts in the breast of each champion of the demon host. The leaders fell to the ground but rose again and joined in the fray. Yet they would not die and played very many tricks. The gods trembled with fear when they saw that the demons numbered fourteen thousand, while the Lord of AyodhyŒ was all alone. Finding the gods and sages alarmed, the Lord, who is the Controller of MŒyŒ (Cosmic Illusion), wrought a great miracle. The demons saw one another in the form of Ýr¶ RŒma, so that the enemy’s warriors fought among themselves and perished. (1—4)