As Khara, the curse of Dandaka neared the hermitage at Panchavati, Rama and Lakshmana saw the same omens of ill that had appeared at Janasthana. "Look Lakshmana" said Rama, as he beheld the portants of disaster, "Nature displays signs that spell the destruction of the rakshasas and other beings. Formidable clouds veil the skies thundering and raining streams of blood. My arrows smolder and chafe for war and my golden hued bow longs for it. The bird cries tell that first fear and then death threaten us. War is imminent and inevitable. In that war we will emerge victorious and the enemy will be vanquished! I hear the drums of war. The fearful sound heralds the arrival of the merciless masses. A wise man anticipates dangers and tries to ward them off before they strike him. So arm yourself, hide Sita in a cave and guard her. I implore you not to question my command. I am aware that single handed you can wipe out entire armies, but I wish to kill these myself." Lakshmana silently picked up his bow and arrows and escorted Sita to safety. Clad in an armor glowing like a blazing fire Rama lifted his bow and twanged at its string. The emanating sound reverberated signaling war .The celestials came in droves to witness the warring demons, face their divine enemy. The rishis and Brahmarshis blessed Rama with victory, as they waited with bated breath, wondering at the unequal show of numbers that were to battle. Rama took his stance on the field, ready to face the enemy. Rama, famed for his unequalled serenity of demeanor, was at that moment as fearful and forbidding as Rudra. His meteoric dazzle engulfed all beings in fear as they sensed his anger. Into these woods, charged the uncouth monsters of Khara's army. Boastful and blustering they created noises that reached a deafening crescendo while the denizens of the forest fled in every direction. Rama, whose skills on the battlefield were unrivalled, surveyed the supremely confident army that had come to see his end. His glance swept over the assembled masses and pulling out an arrow he aimed it to rout the entire rakshasa race. His wrath seemed to rival that of Lord Siva, at the time of slaying of Daksha.
Summary
As Khara, the curse of Dandaka neared the hermitage at Panchavati, Rama and Lakshmana saw the same omens of ill that had appeared at Janasthana. "Look Lakshmana" said Rama, as he beheld the portants of disaster, "Nature displays signs that spell the destruction of the rakshasas and other beings. Formidable clouds veil the skies thundering and raining streams of blood. My arrows smolder and chafe for war and my golden hued bow longs for it. The bird cries tell that first fear and then death threaten us. War is imminent and inevitable. In that war we will emerge victorious and the enemy will be vanquished! I hear the drums of war. The fearful sound heralds the arrival of the merciless masses. A wise man anticipates dangers and tries to ward them off before they strike him. So arm yourself, hide Sita in a cave and guard her. I implore you not to question my command. I am aware that single handed you can wipe out entire armies, but I wish to kill these myself." Lakshmana silently picked up his bow and arrows and escorted Sita to safety. Clad in an armor glowing like a blazing fire Rama lifted his bow and twanged at its string. The emanating sound reverberated signaling war .The celestials came in droves to witness the warring demons, face their divine enemy. The rishis and Brahmarshis blessed Rama with victory, as they waited with bated breath, wondering at the unequal show of numbers that were to battle. Rama took his stance on the field, ready to face the enemy. Rama, famed for his unequalled serenity of demeanor, was at that moment as fearful and forbidding as Rudra. His meteoric dazzle engulfed all beings in fear as they sensed his anger. Into these woods, charged the uncouth monsters of Khara's army. Boastful and blustering they created noises that reached a deafening crescendo while the denizens of the forest fled in every direction. Rama, whose skills on the battlefield were unrivalled, surveyed the supremely confident army that had come to see his end. His glance swept over the assembled masses and pulling out an arrow he aimed it to rout the entire rakshasa race. His wrath seemed to rival that of Lord Siva, at the time of slaying of Daksha.