As Khara was hurtling towards Rama, Trisira stopped him and pleaded "Lord! Refrain from combat with Rama, I swear by my sword to sacrifice him to the god of Death. Should Rama be slain you can go home in triumph, if I am slain then you can enter the fray". Khara granted his plea. Trisira like a triple crested mountain raced towards Rama. A fierce battle ensued as they fought like an enraged lion and a rogue elephant. When Trisira's darts grazed Rama's forehead, he roared, "So this is your power, your arrows brush me like soft flower petals. Now receive mine!" He then sent a string of arrows at Trisira. A further four felled the four steeds and the charioteer succumbed to the next eight. A single arrow brought down the flag and standard, symbol of rakshasa might! When Rama shot at Trisira, his three heads rolled off his shoulders and he collapsed into a blood soaked heap. The army began fleeing like deer at the sight of a tiger. But Khara hauled back the deserters and went to challenge Rama, like Rahu going after the Moon.