From the fierce clash in the sky, the maces of the warriors were shattered. In that moment, Grasana was struck on the head by a staff. The blow fell upon him as misfortune seizes wealth, landing heavily on the wicked one; from its force, Grasana saw the directions darkened, his senses reeling. He collapsed unconscious to the earth, dust covering his body, and a terrible cry of lamentation rose from both armies, echoing across the battlefield. After a short while, Grasana regained consciousness. He saw his own body ruined, his ornaments and garments in disarray, and began to reflect on the nature of actions and their consequences. He understood that for one such as himself, disgrace arises from the contempt of the lord. He realized that the armies who depended on his strength were destroyed with his defeat, and that people would act as they wished, for such was the unpredictable way of fate. He mused that a man whose wealth is only imagined and loudly proclaimed is nothing. With this thought, Grasana, mighty in resolve, rose swiftly. Grim and determined, his lips pressed tight, he seized a club massive as a mountain, like the rod of Time itself. He hastened in his chariot, intent on reaching Antaka in battle, but instead encountered Yama on the field. Grasana whirled his club and, with tremendous speed, hurled the fierce weapon at Yama’s head. Seeing the blazing club hurtling toward him, Yama’s eyes widened in alarm. Grasana, cunning, deceived the formidable Mudgara, causing him to retreat far from the fierce and dreadful warriors. Grasana then crushed a thousand attendants of Yama, and upon seeing this dreadful host of attendants slain, he grew greatly agitated. Raising various weapons, he beheld the army made up of Yama's attendants and thought that thousands of Yamas had been created by Yama’s illusion. Restraining himself, Grasana unleashed showers of weapons upon the army. Enraged, he became like the terror at the end of an age, piercing some with his spear, others with straight-flying arrows. Some he crushed with his mace, others with showers of clubs, and still others were struck with fierce blows of javelins. Many attendants hung from his arm, some struck him with stones, others with towering trees. Some bit his limbs with their teeth, while others struck his back with their fists. Thus attacked by these fierce ones, Grasana, maddened by anger, abandoned his body on the ground and crushed thousands of attendants. Rising again, he struck some who clung to the attendants with his fists, but through this relentless battle, Grasana became weary. Seeing Grasana exhausted and his own army slain, Yama, mounted on his buffalo and raising his staff, approached. As Yama drew near, Grasana struck him on the chest with his mace, but Antaka, destroyer of enemies, disregarded the attack. In anger, Yama struck the tigers at the head of Grasana’s chariot with his staff, and the chariot, half-dragged by the wounded tigers, was pulled aside. The mind of the demon became unsettled, like a man's in turmoil. Grasana abandoned his chariot and went on foot to the earth. He seized Yama with his arms, and a fierce hand-to-hand struggle began. Yama, casting aside his weapons, engaged Grasana in combat. Grasana, his strength aroused, seized Yama by the waist-cloth and whirled him swiftly, as a mind is thrown into confusion. Yama, too, grasped the demon by the neck with both arms, lifted him from the ground, and whirled him with force. The two struck each other mercilessly with their fists. But because of the demon king’s immense size, Yama’s arms grew weary. Placing the demon on his shoulder, Yama sought rest. Seeing this, the demon, though exhausted, summoned his strength and brought Yama to his end. Grasana crushed Yama repeatedly against the earth with his heel and hands, until blood flowed from Yama’s mouth. Seeing Yama lifeless, Grasana abandoned him, having gained a fierce victory, and released a mighty roar. He approached his army and stood firm like a mountain. But then Jambha, lord of wealth, confronted him, attacking with arrows that pierced the vital parts. The directions were blocked by Grasana’s wrath, and his army was cut down. Filled with anger, the lord of wealth attacked Jambha the demon. He pierced Jambha’s heart with a thousand arrows blazing like fire, struck his charioteer with a hundred arrows in battle, and his banner with ten. He struck Grasana’s hands with seventy-five arrows, his bow with ten, using arrows feathered with peacock plumes, oiled and straight. He pierced the lion with one arrow, and Jambha with ten sharp arrows. Jambha, witnessing this exceedingly difficult feat of the lord of wealth, steadied his heart, though somewhat fearful, and took up sharp arrows that pierce the enemy’s vital points. Jambha, his bow drawn to his ear and filled with rage, pierced the lord of wealth in the chest with sharp arrows. He struck the charioteer in the heart with a firm arrow and cut the bowstring with a single, oiled arrow. Then, with sharp, harsh arrows that pierce the vital parts, he struck the lord of wealth in the chest with ten, performing a cruel deed.