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## The Twelfth Chapter
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Falling to his feet, and touching the ground with his knees, Jayant, renowned as a great hero, spoke to him: "O Indra, if you engage in battle while I am alive, then my birth from you will be meaningless."
"When I was a child, you would play with me in your lap, and you would look at me with love. Now I want to repay that love, to be free from that debt."
"Therefore, father, stay at home without worry. I will destroy all your enemies in an instant."
"Father, what can be cut with a nail with little effort, is pointless to cut with an axe."
Thus, having persuaded his father, Jayant prepared for battle. At that time, he seemed to be swallowing the sky itself with his body, filled with rage.
Protected by his army, shining with weapons, and swift as the wind, Jayant approached Srimal without any hesitation.
Srimal, seeing his worthy adversary after a long time, was very pleased. He ran towards him, moving through the midst of his army.
Then, the two princes, whose bowstrings were constantly drawn, showered each other with arrows, filled with anger.
The two armies, standing in their respective lines, watched the battle of the two princes, their minds filled with wonder.
Then, Srimal, cheering his army, broke Jayant's chariot with his weapon, Kanak, making him charioteerless.
Jayant fell unconscious, and seeing him fall, the hearts of his army sank. When he regained consciousness and rose, the hearts of his army also rose.
Then, Jayant, wielding the weapon Bhindimala, made Srimal charioteerless. He struck him with such force, fueled by anger, that Srimal fell unconscious.
Then, a great roar of joy arose from the enemy army, and a similar sound of lamentation arose from Jayant's army.