Raama's eyes grew red with anger. "It is time for you to go to Yama,"
he said and bent his bow and shot a sharp arrow at the monster. It pierced his body and
emerged red with blood, glistening like fire, and fell on the earth beyond. But the
raakshasa was not killed. Enraged by the pain, he placed Seeta on the ground and, lifting
his spear and opening his mouth wide rushed towards Raama and Lakshmana. The princes sent
a shower of arrows at him. The arrows stuck so thick on his body that he bristled all over
like a gigantic porcupine.
The raakshasa however laughed and shook his
limbs, and down fell all the darts. He straightened him self and lifted his spear again.
Raama and Lakshmana with two arrows broke the spear and rushed at him sword in hand. But
he lifted them both up with his hands and put them on his shoulders and strode off into
the forest. Seeta saw them disappear in the darkness of the jungle and wept loud.