Khara was outraged at the sight of Surpanakha as she lay at his feet, with her disfigured face. "Rise", he said, "and tell me the reason for this atrocity. Who has dared to provoke a venomous snake without cause? Who in his ignorance tries to put around his neck the noose of death? Consider him already dead. Strong, powerful, able to assume any form at will and mighty as Yama that you are, who has caused you this disfigurement? Struck by my arrows, whose blood shall bathe this earth and on whose flesh will the vultures feed in delight? Neither the devatas, pisachas ghandarvas nor the rakshasas can save him." Surpanakha told Khara of what had happened. "Two men, young and handsome have arrived in Dandaka. They have beautiful eyes like the petals of the white lotus. Wearing deerskin and matted hair they live the simple life of ascetics, subsisting on forest fare. They are Rama and Lakshmana sons of Dasaratha. Handsome as Gandharvas, they bear all signs of royalty, but I do not know whether they are men or gods. With them is a woman, slender of waist, young, beautiful and bejeweled. It is because of her that I have been reduced to this plight. I crave to drink the blood of Rama and Lakshmana, as they lie dead on the battlefield and the blood of that wretched woman! Dear brother will you help me to fulfill my wish?" Khara summoned fourteen of the fiercest rakshasas, each equal to the might of the Lord of Death. To them he commanded, "Armed, wearing bark and skin, two mortals, accompanied by a woman, have entered Dandaka. Kill them and bring their bodies. My sister desires to drink their blood". The demons rose and left like ominous rain clouds, unaware that Rama's sharp, unerring arrows would soon kill them all.