Incensed, the demon king sends out his one thousand seven-faced sons, Pan Sahatsa Kuman, to deal with the monkey.  They find Hanuman breaking the last of the trees in the devastated park and surround him.

"Little hooligan," they shout, "just what do you think you're doing?"

"Kindly step closer, my multi-faced friends, and Hanuman will show you," the Son of the Wind retorts.

At this impertinence, with much grinding of teeth, the Pan Sahatsa Kuman attack Hanuman.  They might as well have set about a cloud in heaven.  Hanuman is everywhere, snapping swords and catching arrows in midair, overturning chariots and choking lions.  The demons he thumps, snaps, breaks, cracks, chokes, disembowels, chops into pieces and, in short, deals with them so violently that within a very brief space of time there is not one of the thousand left alive.