The young
warrior aimed three sharp arrows at Hanumaan. They struck his body and drew blood. But
Maaruti's strength
increased and his face shone with new splendour. He too was pleased with the prowess of
the youthful Raakshasa.Fierce grew the battle
between the two. Hundreds of arrows rose in clouds into the sky and hit Maaruti. Like rain
falling on a rock, they fell on Hanumaan's body. Rising in the air Hanumaan dodged about
evading the arrows-slipping as it were through the
meshes of that deadly network of missiIes-and finding a favourable opening closed with
Aksha.
Hanumaan admired Aksha's youthful promise and heroism, and
was sorry to have to slay him, but there was no help for it for the prince seemed to get
more
and more formidable as the fight went on, and it was unwise to take chances with him. At
last Hanumaan hardened his heart and decided to destroy the youth. |