"Human worm!" exclaimed Khara. "Son of Dasaratha! Have done with
boasting! You are proud because you have killed a few common Raakshasas. A hero boasts not
as you do. Only a Kshatriya banished by his people can talk boasting like this. You have
shown you can brag.
Let us see now if you can fight! Your words
have blazed tip like burning straw with little heat or life. Here I stand mace in hand,
like Yama to take your life. Evening approaches. Be prepared to lose your life. I am here
to avenge the death of these my followers whom you have killed."
So saying, he whirled his mace, and hurled
it at Raama. The mace was split by Raama's arrows into splinters which fell harm less on
the ground. "Have you finished speaking, Raakshasa? Now you shall die. This
forest will be safe hereafter and the rishis will live in peace," said Raama.
Even while Raama was speaking, Khara pulled
out by its roots a huge tree and, gnashing his teeth, threw it at Raama, but this too
Raama split by his arrows. And, fearing further delay, he aimed deadly darts at Khara. The
wounded Raakshasa sprang on Raama intending to close with him; but the latter avoided
contact by stepping back, and laid him dead with a shaft which clove his breast.