To, Rama and Lakshmana who were firmly in his grip, Kabandha said, "Knowing that I am ravenous why do you stand and stare. The gods must have sent you to appease my hunger, deem yourselves dead." Hearing him Rama said, "Quick Lakshmana, this rakshasa may crush us to death any moment, let us sever his hands". Rama then cut Kabandha's right arm while Lakshmana cut his left arm. The demon roared with pain even as the noise reverberated from all directions. More in shock than in pain that he had actually been overpowered, Kabhandha asked them weakly who they were. "This is the Ikshvaku, Rama, son of Dasaratha and I am his brother Lakshmana. Who are you and why do you roam these woods in this terrible form?" Kabhandha's joy knew no bounds as he heard Lakshmana, for that very moment he also remembered Indra's promise to him. "Rama, to my good fortune you have mutilated me, let me tell you what brought about my deformity" said Kabandha.