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The mighty Maha-Bhuj king Anant-Sen, accompanied by his younger brother, arrived with five hundred Kumaras, their bodies adorned with hundreds of divine marks.
When the sons of the sons of Ghatta-Purudeva surrounded Kumar Jay from all sides, Hemangad, with his thousand brothers, stood in the middle. ||27||
There, no one was harassed, cut, pierced, or struck by another, as if a bewildered crowd in a greedy man's house. Weapons came but went in vain. Those with perfect bodies do not die in battle. It was as if great sages were engaged in war. The burning head-hair of Meghaswar fell upon Kumar Arkakirti like fire. Slipping away from the knowledge of the eight Chandra-Kumaras, the arrow-group was destroyed along with its fruit and feathers, reaching the back. Meanwhile, seeing the face of the Vidya-dhar king, the helper of the helpless, the Kumar said, "You are a white bull, not a crocodile bull, O uncle, now is your chance. Listen, destroy my enemy Jay." Then he also challenged the enemy in battle, "O you who are drowned in the ocean of Kanta's love, O Meghaswar! You are a fool. Why did you draw your sword against the king's son? O traitor, you have fallen from the humility of the gurus. Don't run away, come before me, let's see. Send your sharp arrows." At this, King Jaykumar laughed, "Why don't you fall from the sky while saying such things?"
You are the main factor (doer) in the love of the woman, Arkakirti is the doer himself. I am appointed in justice and am a devotee of my master's feet on this earth. ||28||
Saying this, he drew his bow. As if a lion roared in the forest. As if Yama's drum was beaten. As if time laughed to swallow the world. The extremely terrifying sound of the bowstring, frightening the groups of men and snakes, arose. In the destruction of the poor and the widowed,
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