Ravana dropped him and stumbled back, cluthcing his neck...
"No!" "It's not possible. Not without the Kali-Aastra."
"I am the Kali-Aastra."
His blow shattered the golden chest, and a thunderous cry burst from Ravana. Ash's arm slide in up to his elbow. His fingers gripped the demon's heart, and he tore it out in a flood of golden blood.
Ravana stumbled and swayed upright, hands covering the gaping wound in his chest and hole in his nec, trying to staunch the river of sparkling gold pouring out. the color began to fade from his skin, turning gray and lifeless.
He lowered himself to his knees and fixed his gaze on Ash. His body turned into a lifeless statue of cold dust.
Ash drew back his fist, ready to deliver one final blow, to make the thing explode into a cloud of nothingness. But he stopped. The rain was forming black craters in what was left of the demon king. thin streams of water mixed with the ash and ran off the body, leaving grooves and alleys through the new statue as they descended.