Suffered in silence ~~ Legend of Sumitranandans

Mahasangram- Day One

Rama was the most forgiving person one would ever find, if you didn't know already. He would forgive cruelest of his enemies, if only they asked for it. Not only would he forgive them, but also, he would not hold a grudge, not even deep inside himself

So forgiving he was, that he decided to bestow yet another chance to Ravana. He sent another of his messenger, this time Angada instead of Hanuman, to convey his message

And So, Angada stood in the middle of Ravana's court dauntlessly, his chest puffed out

"Return Maa Sita!" He said, his voice booming through the room "Return Maa Sita, and Prabhu would forgive you. Return Maa Sita, and save yourself, along with your Kin."

Ravana fumed, though no one knew the reason. What was there to fume? Angada had spoken nothing but absolute truth, and in a fairly respectful manner, all things considered. But Ravana, who fancied living in a world where he was the most powerful and unconquerable and all, refused to consider. There was confidence, then there was overconfidence, and then came delusion. Ravana lived in delusion, and there was no known cure for delusional people.

And so, that delusional fool ordered his guards to capture Angada, who shook his head irritatedly and flew out without an ounce of struggle. 

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The sun rose slowly that day, or so it seemed for the more than ready warriors. The sky was purplish, the sun still rising from the horizon, and the stars still visible to the naked eye. The winds were extremely chilly, owing to the peak winter, but the warriors bearly shivered. Instead, their focused eyes had only one target; The currently closed Fortress of Lanka. The army of apes and bears had their weapons clutched tightly in their clawed hands, ready to use mountains, stones, boulders, anything, anything as a weapon if required. Their breathe was their truest weapon, and they would continue to fight until they breathed.

Slowly but surely, the huge doors of the fortress opened, and out came the army of demons, in all their glory. They weren't easy enemies, even if they were on the wrong side. This army had conquered so many kingdoms under their king and crown prince, and it was due to these very victories, perhaps, that they had become too over confident. And that was the nerve Vanaras were going to hit.

The army of Lanka was lead by Meghanada, the Proud Indrajit, closely followed by Jambumali, Virupaksha, Praghasa, and a few others whose names are too disgusting to be typed.

Each of them rode huge chariots with endless equipment, driven by strongest of the horses, and the most experienced of the charioteers (Not as good as ParthaSaarathi, though), and had their chins held high up in air, so high that Lakshmana thought it could touch the skies. They gripped their weapons of choice firmly, and started to attack. Well, the Vanara generals and the Ayodhyan brothers weren't there to just watch their armies get attacked, so they quickly started to revert.

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Virupaksha, who was more of an archery person, made the foolish choice to go and fight Lakshmana, whose energy was already running high and had adrenaline coursing through each of his vein. 

The battle had been very simple, really. Virupaksha Shot a few arrows at Lakshmana, who matched them with his own with practiced ease. Before Virupaksha could attack again, however, Lakshmana quickly drew some arrows of his own, deciding to go offensive, where he excelled.

He shot an arrow at each of his horses, and killed them. Before Virupaksha could even come out of the shock of his horses being killed, his flag was thrown off and his charioteer lay dead.

Virupaksha eventually did come out of the shock of having his horses and charioteer killed, but before he could summon another chariot, Lakshmana drew out a sleek, shining, gold colored arrow from his quiver, and aimed it at his enemy's chest. As the arrow met its mark, Virupaksha's eyes rolled backwards and his eyes fluttered shut, never to open again.