Ramayana 6.320

Then raged the Rakshas chiefs, and all Burned to avenge Narantak's fall. Devantak raised his club on high And rushed at Angad with a cry. Behind came Trisiras, and near Mahodar charged with levelled spear. There Angad stood to fight with three: High o'er his head he waved a tree, And at Devantak, swift and true As Indra's flaming bolt, it flew. But, cut by giant shafts in twain, With minished force it flew in vain. A shower of trees and blocks of stone From Angad's hand was fiercely thrown; But well his club Devantak plied And turned each rock and tree aside. Nor yet, by three such foes assailed, The heart of Angad sank or quailed. He slew the mighty beast that bore Mahodar: from his head he tore A bleeding tusk, and blow on blow Fell fiercely on his Rakshas foe. The giant reeled, but strength regained, And furious strokes on Angad rained, Who, wounded by the storm of blows, Sank on his knees, but swiftly rose. Then Trisiras, as up he sprang, Drew his great bow with awful clang, And fixed three arrows from his sheaf Full in the forehead of the chief. Hanuman saw, nor long delayed To speed with Nila to his aid, Who at the three-faced giant sent A peak from Lanka's mountain rent. But Trisiras with certain aim Shot rapid arrows as it came: And shivered by their force it broke And fell to earth with flash and smoke. Then as the Wind-God's son came nigh, Devantak reared his mace on high. Hanuman smote him on the head And stretched the monstrous giant dead. Fierce Trisiras with fury strained His bow, and showers of arrows rained That smote on Nila's side and chest: He sank a moment, sore distressed; But quickly gathered strength to seize A mountain with its crown of trees. Crushed by the hill, distained with gore, Mahodar fell to rise no more.