Khara stood stunned, his invincible mace lay shattered and Rama refrained from slaying the rakshasa as he was unarmed. In a daze Khara heard Rama ridicule him, "Is this your power? Wretched monster! It is not even worthy of mention. Your boast of wiping the tears of the rakshasas is hollow for soon your life will desert you. As my arrows pierce your body the earth will soak in your blood. When you are lost in your eternal sleep, Janasthana will once again be free and fearless. Your ominous shadow has always haunted the sages. Vicious and mean you have been the bane of Brahmins. Khara was unmoved. Rama watched the demon invite his own death in his own inimitable style as he said, "You do not fear that which ought to be feared. Reckless in the face of death you have lost all control of your senses, as your end draws near"! With a fierce frown and a fury to match it, he uprooted a tree and hurled it at Rama shouting, "You are dead". But the hapless missile hit neither its target nor the ground as Rama shattered it in mid air. A thousand arrows flew into Khara from whose battered body gushed torrents of blood. As the stench of blood filled the air Khara threw himself, at Rama once again. Lest the blood fall on him, Rama took one quick step back and then sent his ultimate answer to Khara's unforgivable indiscretions, in the form of Indra's arrow. Just as Yama had perished in the fire of Siva's fury, Khara perished in the fire of Rama's fury. Sages came in droves to thank Rama for their deliverance praising him and comparing his might to that of Visnu. Sita returned to embrace Rama in great joy and pride.