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## Chapter Forty-Four
- 405. Then, Hemangad and others, with their chariots adorned and fierce, were unable to stop Harit, whose arrows were falling like rain. ||18||
- 16. The enemy, facing a rain of arrows, was unable to reach their target, while the heroes, like a flood, were unstoppable. ||16||
- 19. The chariots, like swift winds, surged forward, their wheels churning the battlefield, their arrows a dense curtain, blocking the enemy's attack. ||19||
- 16. The clash of weapons from both armies created a fiery inferno. How could the valiant endure such heat? ||16||
- 192. Their weapons shattered each other in that battle. Not a single weapon reached the enemy, such was their skill. ||192||
- 13. None were slain, none wounded, no victory, no defeat. Their battle was a spectacle, a dance of death, yet not a true fight. ||13||
- 14. Even after fighting for a long time, they could not conquer each other. Victory in this battle was rare, except for Jayakumar. ||14||
- 15. Seeing this, Jayakumar, with a secret smile, showered the army of the Chakravarti's son with arrows. ||15||
- 196. Seeing his army faltering, the Chakravarti's son, Arkkirti, his eyes blazing like red lotus petals, roared: "Victory is mine today, not the enemy's! I will conquer in this battle, destroy Jayakumar, and establish an eternal, pure glory in the world. Today, I will make the moon and the sun my servants, and with victory as my Lakshmi, I will subdue all who oppose me, and enjoy eternal bliss!" ||196||
- 187. Unable to bear the might of Jayakumar, the enemies fell upon him like moths drawn to a flame. ||187||
- 188-186. Meanwhile, the princes, Hemangad and others, with their chariots ready, their anger blazing, their bows drawn, their words filling the air, unleashed a rain of arrows upon the enemy, before they could even reach their target. ||188-186||
- 190. They blocked the arrows of Anantasen and others, and their chariots, swift as the wind, raced across the battlefield, like ships on a stormy sea. ||190||
- 191. The horses of the chariots were consumed by the fire born from the clash of weapons of both armies. It is only natural, for how can the valiant bear the heat of another's fire? ||191||