He replied, “So be it,” and, with great strength, took her hand. Meanwhile, the queen, troubled and sorrowful, spoke to the yogi: “Satisfied and enchanted by your dance and song, I will give myself to you.” Hearing her words, the son of Vatsa praised her and accepted her offer. In that place, Kṛṣṇāṃśa began to dance, while Balakhāni sang melodiously. There, King Kaliya and his people fell under a powerful delusion. Hearing the words of his adversary, the mighty Balakhan declared, “Show me your own skill, and then I will be satisfied.” Upon hearing this, the excellent king pondered and made a hundred thousand preparations. The courtesan, perceiving her son’s delight and his attainment of yogic power, watched as he, seeing her weep, was himself moved to tears, though delighted. There, a descendant of Krishna placed a beautiful necklace around her neck. At this moment, Simha declared, “I am Simha, who has come for the sake of avenging my father.” Hearing these words, Kaliya’s strength grew even greater. Kaliya blocked the gate, intent on capturing his enemies. The Kshatriyas drew their swords and struck at one another in fierce combat. Abandoning their father, some fled, but they regrouped outside the house, making camps along the banks of the Narmada River. There they constructed a strong bridge across the Narmada, spanning the length of a nala. Balakhan, with his forces, laid siege to the entire city, causing the grand mansions of Mahishmati to crumble to the ground. The men, along with their families and most treasured possessions, gathered together. Kaliya took his position atop Gajanika, a mighty elephant named Panchashabda. His younger brother, Suryavarma, commanded three hundred thousand horses, while Rankana and Vankana, with four hundred thousand infantry, led the southern village troops forward. As both armies converged, the moment of battle arrived. In the third watch of the night, blood flowed swiftly, forming a river. The valiant warrior Balakhani, vast in spirit, advanced with sword in hand. Then the god himself, grasping a spear, stood upon a chariot drawn by his desires. Āhlāda, armed with a mace, struck down the troops, while Tālano, sword in hand, entered Māhiṣmatī intent on slaying. Great fear arose among the mighty forces in that terrible battle. Seeing his own army broken, Kaliya confronted Balakhani. The mare, sensing her master’s distress, responded with loyalty. When the brave Kaliya fell, the great elephant Panchashabda loomed over the field. When five heroes lost consciousness, Rūpaṇa, terrified by fear, was overcome. The grieving queen quickly mounted her palanquin, crying out, “O king of elephants, salutations to you, mighty one given by Indra!” Hearing her plea, the celestial elephant, skilled in divine magic, responded. When the king of elephants was thus addressed, the powerful portion of Krishna, together with Balakhani, gently raised the fallen with a touch of his hands. Karāla offered a gentle smile to Rūpaṇa. He then bound the unconscious enemy Kaliya with strong shackles. Sūryavarmā, realizing that his kinsman Kaliya was bound, prepared himself. As he approached, the warriors, intoxicated by the fury of battle, were astonished when their weapons became blunted. By the force of his arms, those great heroes were afflicted with wounds, pain, and fear.