BOOK 6: YUDDA KANDA
Seeing his brother stretched on the ground, Nikumbha cast angry looks at Sugreeva, as it would burn him into ashes. Then, Nikumbha of firm mind grasped his iron club, stupendous like the crest of Mount Mandara and which was bright, festooned with wreaths and provided with iron plates, measuring five digits in breadth.
Round it ran a broad strip of gold while diamonds and rubies studded it all over. Like the death dealing rod of Yama, it seemed causing dismay to the Vanaras and nerving the Rakshasas with courage. Wielding that weapon, which in size resembled the flag staff of Indra, Nikumbha of terrific prowess, roared with his mouth yawing wide. On his chest shone a medal of gold. His arms were held by beautiful bracelets. Lustrous pendants depended from his ear. Resplendent garland enfolded his neck. With these ornaments and with his club, Nikumbha assumed the threatening semblance of a cloud, with lightning and thunder and shot with a vivid rainbow.
The strong Nikumbha, with his arms as strong as his club, hurled his club having sun like splendour, on the breast of that mighty Hanuma. The sky above appeared whirled around in the toss of Nikumbha s club, as though Alaka the City with the palaces of Gandharvas performed rapid revolutions and the moon and the stars and the planets joining the rotating race. The hot tempered fire of Nikumbha, which had his club and ornaments for its flame and his fury as its fuel, became dangerous to be approached, like the fire rising at the time of dissolution of the world. The Rakshasas and the Vanaras too, out of fear, were unable even to make the slightest movement. The mighty Hanuma, on his part, stood alone among them, with his breast bared to the fury of the attack, in front of Nikumbha.
The strong Nikumbha, with his arms as strong as his club, hurled his club having sun like splendour, on the breast of that mighty Hanuma. The titanic club, which fell on the wide and rock like chest of Hanuma, at once shattered into hundreds of fragments, like hundreds of meteors shattering into the sky. That Hanuma, struck by that blow of the club, was unmoved like a mountain in an earthquake.
Thus struck by him, the mighty Hanuma the Vanara chief clenched his fist forcibly. The greatly splendoured, powerful and swift Hanuma, with the violence of the wind god, his father, lifting that fist, struck it against, Nikumbhas breast with force. By the blow of that fist there, his armour got split up and red blood profusely oozed out, as a black cloud streaked suddenly with fierce lightning.
But, by that blow, Nikumbha was unmoved, recovered soon and grasped the unwieldy bulk of Hanuma. Seeing the mighty Hanuma lifted off the ground in battle, loud roar of exultant joy rose from the ranks of Rakshasas. Eventhough he was being carried off in that way by that Rakshasa, Hanuma the son of Marut, struck him with his thunderbolt like fist. Freeing himself from Nikumbha, Hanuma the son of Marut then threw him down on the ground and treated him with blows.
Throwing down Nikumbha by main force and with a supreme effort, Hanuma descended on him, leaped on his chest and pounded it mercilessly. Then with both hands, he caught the enemys neck, twisted it about and tore off his huge head, while Nikumbha was horribly roaring. Then, while the roaring Nikumbha was killed in battle by Hanuma, there ensued an exceedingly terrific struggle between the enraged Rama and Makaraksha, son of Khara, a ruler of Rakshasas.
When it was clear that Nikumbha had expired, the Vanaras shouted with glee, the quarters thundered with satisfaction, the earth rocked with joy, the heaven appeared to crumble and fear seized the army of Rakshasas.