Rupan, standing tall upon his peacock mount, set forth, radiant with the rays of Krishna accompanying him. On all sides, he and his companions fell upon the formidable Kinnara army, their shining swords flashing as they destroyed the host. Rupan paused to meditate upon Kubera, and, taking up his bow, he became subtle and ascended into the sky, invisible to his foes. From the heavens, he roared fiercely, sending forth harsh arrows that struck terror into all. Turning his mind to Mahendra, he bound a golden band and approached the portion of Krishna, bowing reverently at his feet. The Guhyakas, beset with fear, wailed terribly and, using their powers of illusion, restrained all around them, invoking their secret weapon. As the battle raged, the seven mighty heroes, exhausted after witnessing the destruction of their comrades, fell into a deep sleep. But at midnight, Rupan rose and engaged those seven warriors in fierce combat. Seizing their swords, the warriors, maddened by the intensity of battle, fought valiantly, slaying their adversaries before falling to the ground themselves. At dawn, when the sky was clear, Rāmāṃśa was overcome with grief and wept bitterly. Gathering himself, he mounted the five-sounded elephant and swiftly departed, leading his army of three hundred thousand. In response, his adversary mustered five hundred thousand strong and valiant warriors, quickly surrounding Rāmāṃśa’s forces. Within the span of three watches, all the powerful warriors on both sides had been slain. At this moment, Dhuṃdhukāra arrived—a fierce hero marked by auspicious signs—standing atop his chariot. He too mounted the five-sounded elephant and hastened to the king. Approaching the formidable and joyful elephant named Śivadatta, the destroyer of delight, he addressed him with respect. This elephant, famed as Maṇḍalīka and fierce in battle, was also known as Rāmāṃśa Āhlāda. Thus addressed, the elephant swiftly spoke to the king: “Listen, O King!” As he spoke, the maddened elephant, using his own tusks, attacked Paṃcaśabda. In response, the furious elephant named Rudradatta charged at the lord of elephants. At that moment, Maṇḍalīka, uttering his five resonant sounds, approached the king with speed; the destroyer of enemies went on foot to where the fierce-armed Cendula was stationed. He took up his son and went to his wife, who was lost in lamentation. Meanwhile, the heroic Lakṣaṇa, wielding his excellent sword, cut down the king’s arrows and unleashed his own Vaiṣṇava weapon. When his chief kinsman was slain, the king of the earth, seizing his bow, stood ready for battle. Overcome, he fainted among the noble families; the rising sun shone upon him like Bhagadatta himself. Seeing him filled with fear, the king fled swiftly, his seed red with blood. Yet again, he was struck by an arrow and fell into a faint, as did the god he faced. Lakṣaṇa, placing the Vaiṣṇava weapon upon his bow, directed it at Raktabīja; filled with fear and accompanied by his own men, he went to where the angry kings were assembled. Seeing the enemy, the son of Ratnabhānu went to the camps with his companions. In the morning, the Chandravanshi, beholding the noble ones, addressed the king: “O you of Gurjara land, together with the sons of Mūlavarman—” Thus addressed, the king proceeded to the battlefield. With ten sons at his side and supported by an army of a hundred thousand, he entered the fray. When all those warriors were slain, only the two kings, with their sons and remaining forces, stood on the field. On the fourteenth day of the dark fortnight, in the clear morning, by Lakṣaṇa’s permission, he arrived at that dreadful battle. Then the king of Madra, accompanied by his ten sons, joined the fight, and by day’s end, all the Kṣatriyas were slain in mutual combat. Again, as morning broke, Bhagadatta, mighty in strength, appeared. Seeing him, Lakṣaṇa, the valiant hero, rallied three hundred thousand warriors to his side. By afternoon, all the soldiers of the two kings had fallen. Lakṣaṇa mounted his chariot and confronted the king who had been his father’s enemy. Enraged, Bhagadatta struck fiercely, rendering Lakṣaṇa chariotless by slaying his horses and charioteer, and then advanced toward him, undaunted.