Seeing Dhumraksha all the vanaras who were eagerly waiting for retaliation, roared with joy. The vanaras started to fight with a vengeance in retribution of what was done by Intrajit. Many of the enraged vanaras were cut down on all sides by the rakshasas. The vanaras hit back ferociously and equalized the score. The vanaras fought with such a fierceness they had never fought before.
Despite being torn asunder by the rakshashas with terrible maces, spears, hammers, frightful iron bars and variegated tridents, the mighty vanaras fearlessly and undauntedly executed their tasks with an excitement born of anger. Ignoring the fact that their bodies were split up by the tridents and their limbs broken by arrows, the furious vanaras took up trees and rocks there and fought with a determination, completely unmindful of the pain and agony caused by the wounds. Those terribly swift vanaras, roaring aloud harassed the rakshashas at all places, by calling out their names actual and nicknames. That awful battle with all kinds of rocks and trees furnished with many branches between the vanaras and the rakshashasas appeared mesmerizing.
Some rakshashas were crushed by vanaras, who had overcome fear and some blood-loving rakshashas vomited copiously their own blood. Some rakshashas were slashed open at their sides. Some were formed into a heap by the trees. Some others were crushed by stones and yet some others torn to pieces by the vanaras by their teeth and nails. With their standards crushed and broken, their swords snapped and their chariots overturned, many rakshashasas became nervous.
Some rakshashas were crushed by vanaras, who had overcome fear and some blood-loving rakshashas vomited copiously their own blood. Some rakshashas were slashed open at their sides. Some were formed into a heap by the trees. Some others were crushed by stones and yet some others torn to pieces by the vanaras by their teeth and nails. With their standards crushed and broken, their swords snapped and their chariots overturned, many rakshashasas became nervous.
Crushed by the great rocks by the vanaras, the earth was scattered with corpses of great elephants resembling hills and horses with their riders. The vanaras rushed upon the rakshashas, flinging themselves upon them with great force horizontally and vertically and scratching their faces with their sharp nails. With their faces turned pale very much, due to apprehension, their hair torn out and maddened by the smell of blood, those rakshashas were felled on the ground by the vanaras.
Some brave and enraged rakshashas, ran up towards the vanaras and hit them with their strong and mighty palms several severe blows. Some of the stronger vanaras, receiving that sharp shock, with even a greater ferocity, crushed the rakshashas with blows of their fists, feet, teeth and trees. Seeing his army routed, Dhumraksha started to fight like a top hero he really was.
Some vanaras pierced with spears lost rivers of blood while others struck down by blows of axe, fell down. Some were crushed by iron bars, others torn by harpoons, some others pierced by javelins, all exhausted and lost their lives. Slain in battle by infuriated rakshashas, some vanaras, drenched with blood, fell on the ground and some others disappeared without any trace.
With pierced hearts, some vanaras were made to lie down on one side. Some were torn asunder by tridents that their intestines were hanging outside their bodies. That mighty battle assumed most awful proportions in that the vanaras and rakshashas were crammed with rocks, trees and multitude of weapons. With the bow-strings as the tuneful lute, the neighing of horses as a measure rhythm and the trumpeting of elephants as the vocal music, the whole battle resembled a symphony.
With pierced hearts, some vanaras were made to lie down on one side. Some were torn asunder by tridents that their intestines were hanging outside their bodies. That mighty battle assumed most awful proportions in that the vanaras and rakshashas were crammed with rocks, trees and multitude of weapons. With the bow-strings as the tuneful lute, the neighing of horses as a measure rhythm and the trumpeting of elephants as the vocal music, the whole battle resembled a symphony.
Dhumraksha on his part, wielding his bow in his hand and laughing, made the vanaras to run away to all directions by a shower of his arrows. Seeing the army perturbed by Dhumraksha, Hanuman decided to stop him forever. Turning towards him, taking a gigantic rock in his hands Hanuman, with his eyes inflamed with anger, flung that rock on the chariot of Dhumraksha. Seeing the fast approaching rock, Dhumraksha grabbing his mace hurriedly, jumped out of the chariot. Seeing the shattering of his chariot with its wheels, its pole, its crest along with banner and bows, by that rock which then rolled down to the ground, Dhumraksha thanked his good luck. Hanuman did not stop with that. After breaking the chariot, he destroyed a good number of rakshashas with the trunks of trees furnished with their branches. With their heads crushed, the rakshashas left this world leaving their bodied drenched with blood in this world. Some others were crunched by the trees and fell down on the earth. Our James Bond of Ramayanam, the relentless Hanuman, breaking off the peak of a mountain, ran towards Dhumraksha. The valiant Dhumraksha lifted his mace and making a roaring sound, ran towards Hanuman. Dhumraksha brought down that mace studded with countless spikes on the head of our dear hero Hanuman. That poor rakshash, Dhumraksha did not know about our dear hero who was in no way disturbed by that blow but struck Dhumraksha on the middle of his skull with his rocky peak. It was the last straw for Dhumraksha. Struck by the rocky peak, which shattered all his limbs, Dhumraksha fell down, stone dead on the ground like a mountain crumbling. Seeing Dhumraksha killed, all the surviving and mobile rakshashas were scared of death left the battle field in a hurry. On that day our hero Hanuman became Hero square for his comrades.
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