When the goddess beheld the demon’s unchecked greed, her heart flared with anger. Her voice thundered with harshness as she rebuked him again and again, commanding, “Go, go!” Yet, undeterred, the demon and his ministers closed in, surrounding her from every side. In response, the supreme goddess only laughed aloud, her laughter echoing with unshakable confidence. The ministers, clad in sturdy armor and bristling with weapons, were ablaze with wrath. All at once, they surged forward, launching themselves at the buffalo demon in a furious assault. A fierce battle erupted between the goddess’s hosts and the demons. The buffalo, struck down by his own ministers and driven to fury, mounted his splendid chariot and called out to his charioteer. With grim resolve, he declared, “Today, having slain her, I shall cross the difficult shore of wrath. Drive the chariot along the very path where she stands, for many have gone that way before her, O king.” As the chariot sped toward the goddess, a great meteor fell from the heavens, striking the very orb of the sun—a dire omen. Those who witnessed this, seated in fear, lost control and were seized by terror. But the buffalo demon ignored all these dreadful signs, his mind fixed on battle. Roaring and loosing arrows, he bellowed, “Stop, stop! Whoever dares restrain the wrathful buffalo in battle—let them face me!” Drawing near the goddess, pride swelling in his chest, he addressed her, “Neither my strength, nor my fortune, nor my wealth is childish. I see your arrogance, O beautiful one. Though I am resolved in manliness, I do not have the heart to kill a woman. In all the three worlds, there is no man equal to me, O childish one.” Gripping his bow and arrows, he continued, “Though filled with desire for you, still, hear my words. The Grandsire and the gods have deemed even the lowest of demons worthy. Because of a single beloved woman, O sinner, you were created by the lotus-born. Here you have received the boon of the Grandsire and have won victories in battle, O Dānava. But now, with these sharp arrows, I will send you to the abode of Yama.” Without hesitation, the goddess acted. With four swift arrows, she brought down the four steeds of his chariot, sending them to Yama’s realm. With another arrow, she struck down his banner, and with one more, she pierced his heart. Reeling from the blow, the king hung his head in weakness for a moment. The goddess, surrounded by her companions, unleashed her might in all directions. The demon, his bow shattered, seized a shield and sword, rushing at her with desperate speed. But the goddess, swift and precise, split his sword in two with a pair of arrows, leaving him weaponless and stranded, his chariot destroyed. Now, the lowest of Dānavas stood alone. In desperation, he meditated upon the Brahmāstra and hurled a mere blade of grass at her, invoking the weapon’s power. At that very instant, he called forth the Brahmāstra, but the goddess paused, and in her own mind, she meditated upon that weapon’s essence. When the Brahmāstra failed to harm her, the foremost of Dānavas invoked the Agneyāstra, the blazing weapon of fire. Yet, the goddess remained unshaken, and the demon released many kinds of weapons in succession, striving with all his might against the invincible goddess.