Looking at Viradha Lakshmana boomed, "Who are you that wander these woods with such abandon," and the defiant demon countered, "Let me ask who you are." Rama said, "Know us to be the warriors of the race of the Ikshvakus. We are here at the behest of our father Dasaratha, king of Kosala. We are kshatriyas and dedicated to our vows we roam this wilderness. Tell us, who you are." "Listen" said Viradha "I am the son of Jaya and Satahrada. The rakshasas of the world call me Viradha. By the power of my penance and by the grace of Brahma I am invulnerable to all weapons, which can neither cut nor pierce my body. Leave this woman to me and go back the way you came and I shall spare your lives". Viradha's impudence infuriated Rama. He lashed out, "Wretch! May you and your villainy be cursed! You surely court death, I shall slay you and you will live no more." Rama rained his gold tipped arrows on his enemy, who fell to the ground blood stained. Viradha put Sita down and charged towards Rama and Lakshmana hurling his spear at them. Rama destroyed it and wounded the demon grievously. Disregarding the pain, Viradha scooped up the princes on to his shoulders and marched away with them. Thus began the end of Viradha's sinful existence. Driven by a fate stronger than himself, he went on a rampage to destroy, only to get destroyed. Destiny proved how futile and fatal were his unwarranted acts of supreme arrogance. Bearing Rama and Lakshmana like babies Viradha plunged deeper into the jungle, infested with the most fearful of animals that ever roamed the surface of the earth.