Their bodies streaming with blood, the powerful monkey warriors looked like the god of death in fury. Crushing the champions of the demon host they roared like thunder- clouds. They slapped and browbeat their opponents, bit them and trampled them under foot. The monkeys and bears sent out a shrill cry and employed every stratagem to annihilate the miscreant host. They seized and tore open the cheeks, ripped up the bellies and hung the entrails round their necks, as though the lord of PrahlŒda (BhagavŒn N¾si¯ha) had assumed a multiplicity of forms and sported on the field of death. The savage cries of “Seize, smite, cut to pieces and knock down!” filled both heaven and earth. Glory to Ýr¶ RŒma, who can actually convert a blade of grass into a thunderbolt and vice versa . (1—2)