At the dawn of a new day, both hosts arrayed their battle lines, raising war banners across the vast plain. The realm of Hamavaran had marshaled a hundred massive war-elephants, leading an army stretching two miles long. The roar of champions vibrated through the mountains, and the earth groaned under the pounding hooves of countless steeds. It seemed as though the entire cosmos was constructed of iron, or as if Mount Alborz itself had donned coat of mail. Behind the war-elephants, banners of crimson, gold, and violet fluttered in the dusty air, terrifying the fiercest lions and dropping eagles from the sky.
When Rostam, the invincible Tahamtan, drew his army onto the plain and beheld the triple coalition of three kings and three realms, he addressed his proud warriors with steadfast spirit: "Keep your spears pointed and your courage high! Look to the tips of your lances and fear not their numbers. Even if they number a hundred thousand and we are but a hundred riders, a multitude of troops avails nothing against divine favor and true valor."
Then the sky rained glistening arrows and spears, as though blood-red tulips were being planted upon the soil. The plain was drowned in blood like a tavern of wine, and the air turned dense with lances like a forest of reeds. Severed heads clad in helmets rolled across the field, and shattered armor strewed every valley and cave. Rostam urged his swift steed Rakhsh into the vortex of combat, scorning the blood of common soldiers as he hunted higher prey. Spying the King of Syria, he hurled his looped lasso through the wind, encircling the king's waist. Lifting him from his saddle like a polo ball, Rostam dragged him in and smashed him to the ground, where the Iranian hero Farhad bound his wrists tight.
The earth turned into a sea of blood, and piles of slain rose like hills. Soon, the King of Barbaristan was likewise snared alongside forty of his high-ranking war-captains. Seeing his allies shattered and the field piled high with corpses, the King of Hamavaran fell into despair. He sued for peace, swearing to release King Kay Kavus, along with Gev, Gudarz, Tus, and all Iranian captives, and to surrender the royal pavilions, crowns, armories, and treasures of all three realms to Rostam.
Upon these terms, the pact was forged. Kay Kavus and his paladins were liberated from the fortress dungeon. All the armaments, thrones, and treasures of the three defeated monarchs were swept into the Iranian treasury. The sun-glorified Kay Kavus commanded a golden litter to be built of Roman brocade, encrusted with turquoise and rubies, mounted upon a swift steed with a gold-imbued bridle and fragrant aloeswood frame. Sudabeh was placed upon this majestic litter with supreme honor, praising the sun and her king as she joined the camp. Thus, the Iranian host swelled to over three hundred thousand armored horsemen, subsuming troops from Egypt, Barbar, and Hamavaran under Rostam's supreme command.