However, it wasn't this way.
In a minute Ariman raised himself flew up to the elephant's back and sank his teeth deeply into its throat.
Beside itself with pain, elephant tried to get rid of its enemy but in vain.
Its strength was decreasing, it began sinking to the floor.
And bow gunners were running away.
After Aramin took a short rest, a great lion named after the prince of light Ormuzd was led out to the arena.
People wanted to throw a live lamb to the beasts but it was not for princess Lindagul's eye (it was sight not for princess Lindagul) who had already got a pretty good look at those bloody sights.
She waved her hand: a little trebling trembling lamb was saved and a dead dog was thrown to the predators instead.
The hungry lion threw itself on the picking.
The tiger was full because it had drunk elephant's blood but envious by its nature it trew itself forward as well.
Ozmud and Ariman got engaged (in the fight) with each other, the prince of light and the prince of dark(ness).
All the environs echoed their awful roar, the sand whirled scattered by their paws and was being stained with their blood.
The conclusion of the battle was unknown for a long time, but finally the lion got on the top of the tiger and tore its chest.
Ariman was dead.
Ormuz was lwd out of the arena with triumph
August 2014
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