In the thick of a fierce battle between the Vanaras and the Rakshasas, the formidable demon Subarna made his entrance onto the battlefield. His arrival was marked by the resounding clamor of a chariot laden with numerous pots of potent liquor. With every swig from his containers, Subarna's strength and ferocity seemed to amplify, and his menacing laugh echoed through the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of his opponents.
Subarna's mastery with the bow was unparalleled. Each time
he drew back the string and released an arrow, it was as if the heavens
themselves had darkened. His arrows, swift and unerring, filled the sky,
casting shadows upon the ground below and causing chaos among the ranks of the
Vanaras. The air was thick with the sound of his arrows slicing through the air
and the cries of those unfortunate enough to be caught in their deadly path.
Observing the mayhem wrought by Subarna, Nala, the skilled
Vanara, understood that conventional combat would be futile against such an
adversary. His eyes fell upon the remnants of a chariot that had once belonged
to the demon Vidyutmali, who had been felled by the mighty Hanuman in an
earlier skirmish. Amidst the wreckage lay a large, sturdy wheel.
Nala, with his quick reflexes and great strength, seized the
wheel. The heavy wheel felt solid and powerful in his grasp. He remembered
Hanuman's exploits and drew inspiration from the great warrior's bravery and
ingenuity. With a focused mind and a mighty heave, Nala hurled the wheel with
all his might towards Subarna.
Subarna, though drunk with power and liquor, was not
entirely oblivious. He noticed the spinning wheel hurtling towards him and,
with a swift movement, managed to dodge the initial strike. The wheel, however,
was not just any ordinary weapon. It spun through the air with a supernatural
precision, tracing a wide arc through the battlefield before curving back
towards Subarna like a relentless boomerang.
Before Subarna could react, the wheel returned with a
vengeance. It struck with such force that it cleaved through the air, slicing
through Subarna's neck with deadly accuracy. The demon's head was severed
cleanly from his body, a look of shock and disbelief still etched upon his
features as it fell to the ground. Subarna's lifeless body collapsed beside it,
marking the end of his reign of terror on the battlefield.
The fall of Subarna sent a wave of relief and triumph
through the ranks of the Vanaras. Nala's clever use of the chariot wheel had
turned the tide of battle in their favor. The sky cleared as the barrage of
arrows ceased, and the Vanaras, heartened by the demise of such a formidable
foe, pressed forward with renewed vigor.
Nala's victory over Subarna became a celebrated tale among the Vanaras, symbolizing the triumph of ingenuity and bravery over brute strength and tyranny. The battlefield, once overshadowed by darkness and despair, now resonated with the cries of victory and the promise of a hard-won peace.