Jatayu's just contentions displeased Ravana and livid with rage he attacked Jatayu. In the skies above the limitless canopies of Panchavati, started a war of the titans .It was like the clash of formidable clouds. Ravana rained arrows, Jatayu clawed at Ravana. Like winged mountains fought the eagle and the rakshasa. Jatayu broke Ravana's bow scattering the pearls that adorned it. Ravana unleashed a volley of arrows, which the great bird merely flapped away with his wings and shattered Ravana's shield and armor. His chariot of gold was Jatayu's next target, along with which were destroyed the beasts harnessed to it. The charioteer was the last to succumb. Ravana looked in disbelief at his demolished chariot, his dead charioteer and his lifeless donkeys. Clutching Sita firmly under his arm, he jumped to the ground. Jatayu was exhausted and his frail old body could hardly withstand the battering it had received. Witnessing his fatigued enemy, Ravana once again sprang back into the sky, relieved and joyous. But the valiant bird went chasing after Ravana and stood before him defiantly saying, "By abducting Sita you invite your own doom. You will perish like a fish which has swallowed both bait and hook! In the absence of Rama and Lakshmana, you have stooped to steal Sita, a cowardly act that befits thieves and not men of honor. Even Brahma cannot save a sinful monster like you and you too will die like Khara!" With those words Jatayu swooped on Ravana and wreaked havoc on his massive body. His only weapons were his wings, his claws and his beak! He scratched, he kicked and he tore at Ravana's hair. His enraged enemy ran in circles seeking the death of Jatayu, who neither relented nor cared. His anger fully aroused, he pecked out ten of Ravana's left hands with his beak. But like venomous snakes crawling out of the anthills, his hands cropped back! Blind with anger and harried, Ravana dropped Sita, pounded the bird with his fists and kicked him. Jatayu fought on deeming it Rama's battle and not his, even as wicked Ravana hacked away the wings, the feet and the flanks of the noble bird. Almost dead, Jatayu plummeted to the ground and Sita grieved for her winged friend as he lay mortally wounded. Against his blood-drenched body, his white chest stood out starkly, gone was his indomitable power, snuffed out swiftly like a forest fire. Mangled by Ravana, he lay crushed and quiet, as life slowly began to ebb out. Sita cradled the wounded bird in her arms and wept.
Summary
Jatayu's just contentions displeased Ravana and livid with rage he attacked Jatayu. In the skies above the limitless canopies of Panchavati, started a war of the titans .It was like the clash of formidable clouds. Ravana rained arrows, Jatayu clawed at Ravana. Like winged mountains fought the eagle and the rakshasa. Jatayu broke Ravana's bow scattering the pearls that adorned it. Ravana unleashed a volley of arrows, which the great bird merely flapped away with his wings and shattered Ravana's shield and armor. His chariot of gold was Jatayu's next target, along with which were destroyed the beasts harnessed to it. The charioteer was the last to succumb. Ravana looked in disbelief at his demolished chariot, his dead charioteer and his lifeless donkeys. Clutching Sita firmly under his arm, he jumped to the ground. Jatayu was exhausted and his frail old body could hardly withstand the battering it had received. Witnessing his fatigued enemy, Ravana once again sprang back into the sky, relieved and joyous. But the valiant bird went chasing after Ravana and stood before him defiantly saying, "By abducting Sita you invite your own doom. You will perish like a fish which has swallowed both bait and hook! In the absence of Rama and Lakshmana, you have stooped to steal Sita, a cowardly act that befits thieves and not men of honor. Even Brahma cannot save a sinful monster like you and you too will die like Khara!" With those words Jatayu swooped on Ravana and wreaked havoc on his massive body. His only weapons were his wings, his claws and his beak! He scratched, he kicked and he tore at Ravana's hair. His enraged enemy ran in circles seeking the death of Jatayu, who neither relented nor cared. His anger fully aroused, he pecked out ten of Ravana's left hands with his beak. But like venomous snakes crawling out of the anthills, his hands cropped back! Blind with anger and harried, Ravana dropped Sita, pounded the bird with his fists and kicked him. Jatayu fought on deeming it Rama's battle and not his, even as wicked Ravana hacked away the wings, the feet and the flanks of the noble bird. Almost dead, Jatayu plummeted to the ground and Sita grieved for her winged friend as he lay mortally wounded. Against his blood-drenched body, his white chest stood out starkly, gone was his indomitable power, snuffed out swiftly like a forest fire. Mangled by Ravana, he lay crushed and quiet, as life slowly began to ebb out. Sita cradled the wounded bird in her arms and wept.