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## Chapter One Hundred and Three
The wise Gautama Swami said to King Shrenik, "O King of Magadha, be attentive, for I will now describe the battle in detail."
The charioteer of the ocean-like Alangala-lavaṇa was Vajrajangha, the renowned warrior of Madanankuśa was Prithu, the son of Chandrodara, the son of Sumitra, was Viradhit, and the charioteer of Indra, who was like Rama, was the sun-like Kritantavaktra.
With a loud roar, Rama, lifting the bow called Vanavarta, spoke to the commander of the Kritantavaktra army in a deep voice, "O Kritantavaktra, quickly drive your chariot towards the enemy. Why are you so sluggish, making your body heavy and weak?"
Hearing this, Kritantavaktra said, "O God, look at these horses, shattered by the arrows of this warrior. Are they succumbing to sleep, or are they free from all ailments, becoming sluggish?"
"They are not responding to hundreds of sweet words, nor to being struck with palms. They are stretching their bodies, making a great noise, and moving quickly. They are staining the earth red with streams of blood, as if showing their great affection for you."
"And look here, my arms, pierced by arrows that pierce armor, have become like garlands of blooming Kadamba flowers."
Hearing this, Rama also said, "My bow is also becoming weak, and like a painted bow, it is becoming useless."
"This mace-jewel has become useless, and the heavy arm-staff is causing pain due to the Sunavarta bow."
"This halberd-jewel of mine, which had subdued many enemy elephants, has become useless."
"Such is the fate of even the most powerful weapons, capable of destroying the enemy and protecting their own side."