Summoned by Ravana, Jambumali, son of Prahasta arrived, robed and garlanded in red, wearing beautiful ear-rings and an inviolable armour which no weapon could pierce. Large eyed, long fanged, broad shouldered, immense of form and noisy as thunder, he came swaggering, booming and ordering Hanuman to stay. His stride pounded the earth and he radiated a glow like the Sun. Hanuman watched gleefully delighted at the opportunity of another fight as his enemy came charging towards him. When Jambumali shot arrows at Hanuman, some struck Hanuman in his face, rendering his already red face even more flushed. Wounded and bleeding he picked up the iron club, which had earlier claimed the lives of a thousand rakshasas at the Ashoka garden and hurled it at his opponent. When that deadly weapon hit its target, neither Jambumali's head, shoulders, legs, bow nor chariot were in their places. Missing limbs were never found, ornaments were shattered beyond recognition, and nothing was left of either his chariot or of the donkeys that had drawn it. Ravana, furious at having lost not only his soldiers but also Jambumali, ordered the sons of his ministers to subdue Hanuman.