The gods fled with a cry of despair. ‘Wretches,’ Ravana cried, ‘whither would you go from my presence?’ Seeing the distress of the gods, Angad rushed out and with a bound seized him by the foot and hurled him to the ground.

Having seized him and hurled him to the ground, the son of Bali gave him a kick and then returned to the Lord. On recovering himself, Ravana rose again and thundered with a dread shrill voice. Haughtily drawing the string of all his ten bows, he fitted a dart to each and shot forth a flight of arrows, wounding all the warriors in the enemy’s ranks to the utter dismay and confusion, and gloried in his own might.

Then Raghupati cut off Ravana’s heads and arms, bows and arrows; but each time they all (i.e., the heads and arms) multiplied like sins committed at a holy place.

The bears and monkeys grew furious when they saw their enemy’s heads and arms multiplying, and dashed out after him in a fury, thinking, ‘The wretch does not die though his heads and arms are all served.’

Bali’s son (Angad), the Son of the Wind (Hanuman), Nala and Nila, Sugriva, the king of the monkeys, and Dvivida, mighty heroes all, hurled trees and rocks on him, but he seized the rocks and trees and threw them back upon the monkeys.

One ripped up the enemy’s body with his claws and ran away, another would run past and kick him. Then Nala and Nila leapt on to Ravana’s heads and set to tearing his foreheads with their claws.

At the sight of his blood he was sore troubled in soul and stretched up his arms to catch them, but they were not to be caught and kept moving above his hands lake two bees hovering over a bed of lotuses.