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Reading Notes: Ramayana Part A - Thataka

Thataka
They wenth through a dark forest with many beasts including a particularly terrible member of a man-eating, shapeshifting species of creature
The chosen one challenges the beast
He was reluctant to kill it and maimed it, but it kept attacking after turning invisible
The sage urged him to kill it so he did
The sage chanted some mantras and weapons appeared before him for the chosen one
The weapons spoke to the chosen one and said they would do his bidding
They then went to the sages hermitage and were welcome by the other sages
They gave up some offerings
Some demons attacked
The chosen one called for his weapons and they appeared next to him

He kills all the demons

Could tell this story as sort of a hunt for a deadly beast
the Witcher comes to mind
could have a taken a contract out on this beast

Tadaka
Rama Killing Thataka
Source: Wikipedia

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