Strong in Rama's might, the monkeys crush the rakshasas and climb the fort. The rakshasas flee like clouds before a gale. A great wail rises in the city; children cry and women are frantic. All curse Ravana: ruling, he has called death to us. Hearing his army has broken, Ravana is furious and turns his warriors back: whoever I find has turned from battle, I will kill with my fearful sword. You ate all I had and enjoyed every pleasure; now on the field your lives are dear to you? Ashamed, they turn back. Death facing the foe is a hero's glory, so they give up the love of life and batter the bears and monkeys with clubs and tridents.