After three days of rest in the land of Charm, the war-horns sounded on the fourth day, calling the Iranian host to march. The thunder of drums and blare of trumpets resounded until the very earth seemed darkened under the weight of advancing legions. Stripping away all Turanian outposts in their path, the victorious army pushed onward until they reached the banks of the Kasa-Rud, pitching their vast encampment until the plains were entirely swallowed beneath a sea of tents.
Word soon reached the Turanians that the Iranians had arrived at Kasa-Rud. Pelashan, a vigilant and fierce champion of Turan, rode out to scout the Iranian camp, seeking to count their banners and gauge their strength. Atop a mountain overlooking the battlefield sat Giv and his brave son Bizhan. When Pelashan’s banner appeared in the distance, Giv drew his sword, intent on cutting down the enemy himself. Yet Bizhan intervened, reminding his father that the Shah had bestowed upon him the honor of the vanguard and the right to enter combat first. Though Giv warned him of Pelashan’s ferocious might—comparing him to a ravenous lion—Bizhan stood firm, demanding the sacred mail of Siyavash. Fastening the blessed armor, Bizhan mounted his swift steed and rode down to the plain, spear in hand.
Pelashan, who had been roasting wild game by the riverbank, heard the thunderous neighing of Bizhan’s horse and prepared for battle. The Turanian shouted arrogantly, boasting of his demon-binding strength, but Bizhan boldly proclaimed his noble lineage from Giv and Gudarz. The two warriors clashed furiously—first with spears until their shafts shattered, then with swords until the blades splintered, sinking deep into the waters as their horses stumbled. At last, Bizhan raised his heavy mace, letting out a roar that shook the hills, and brought it down squarely upon Pelashan’s back, crushing his spine and casting him down into the dust. Dismounting like a whirlwind, Bizhan severed Pelashan’s head, gathered his armor and warhorse, and returned to his anxious father. Filled with pride, Giv embraced his son, and together they brought the head of Pelashan before the commander-in-chief, Tus, who rejoiced greatly and showered young Bizhan with royal blessings.