The gods and the asuras fight a hundred years and Mahisha takes Indra's place and every office of heaven; the gods walk the earth like men and go to Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. Anger makes a light stream from the faces of the three and from every god's body, and the mass of it becomes a woman whose brightness fills the three worlds: Shiva's face, Yama's hair, Vishnu's arms, the Moon's breasts, Indra's waist, Varuna's legs, Earth's hips, Brahma's feet, Fire's three eyes, the Wind's ears. Each god arms her from his own: Shiva's trident, Vishnu's discus, Varuna's conch, Agni's spear, Vayu's bow, Indra's thunderbolt and the bell of Airavata, Yama's staff, Varuna's noose, Brahma's rosary and pot, the Sun's rays in her pores, Kala's sword and shield, the Ocean's garlands and lotus, Vishvakarma's axe and armour, Kubera's cup of wine, Shesha's serpent garland, and from Himavat a lion to ride. Her laugh shakes the worlds; the gods shout victory; Mahisha and his commanders come at the sound. She breaks their weapons, her hosts cut the army down, her lion hunts through it, blood runs in rivers and headless trunks fight on. Chikshura's sword shatters on her arm; the lion takes Chamara's head; the rest fall to rocks, mace, javelin, arrows and trident. Mahisha charges as a buffalo, horns and hooves and the whirlwind of his tail; she nooses him; he is a lion, then a swordsman, then an elephant whose trunk she cuts, then a buffalo again. She drinks and laughs, eyes red, and tells him to roar for a moment while she drinks, for the gods will roar when he is dead; she leaps on him, plants her foot on his neck, drives in the trident, and when he comes half out of the buffalo's mouth she beheads him with the sword. The gods hymn her as the cause of the world, as Lakshmi, Gauri, Sarasvati, Durga, gentle and terrible; she grants that whenever they remember her in trouble she will end it, and vanishes.