To Surpanakha who was mortified Khara said, "Your humiliation makes me furious. Man and a mere mortal, Rama is no power to contend with. He shall perish this instant. Be assured that Rama and his brother will soon reach the land of Yama and you will drink their warm blood as I strike them down." Surpanakha forgetting her anger was pleased with her brother. Khara instructed Dooshana, the commander of his army to gather fourteen thousand warriors. They were to be the most fierce and ruthless who would revel in cruelty, exult in slaying and indulge in the carnage of war. These dark savage hordes were to torture, torment and tear at their enemy. "This army will be led by me, ready my chariot", said Khara. With a deafening roar, as weapons clanged, wheels rolled and hooves pounded, the army set forth. A chariot as lofty as mount Meru, with wheels of gold studded with gems carried Khara. He led the fourteen thousand men of war to kill Rama, the incarnation of Visnu. Impatient to confront his enemy he urged his charioteer to drive faster.