The tempest of the winged steel.
Then, smarting from that arrowy storm,
The Vánar chief condensed his form,[964]
And lightly leaping from the ground
On Rávaṇ's standard footing found;
Then springing unimpeded down
Stood on his bow and golden crown.
The Vánar's nimble leaps amazed
Ikshváku's son who stood and gazed.
The giant, raging in his heart,