The tenth duel of the Eleven Combats commenced as the valiant Iranian warrior Barta faced the sword-wielding Turanian chieftain Kahram—two battle-hardened commanders bound by vengeance. They tested every craft of war against one another before drawing their deadly Indian blades. Barta held the auspicious banner high, so formidable in his posture that it seemed as though Mount Bisotun itself were moving across the field.
Wheeling swiftly around his opponent, Barta struck a catastrophic blow upon Kahram’s helmet, cleaving the Turanian champion down to his chest. With his rival destroyed, Barta dismounted, bound the severed torso of Kahram across the Tuzi saddle, and remounted his steed.
Like a raging leopard, he ascended the crest of the hill with his Indian blade unsheathed and the auspicious flag fluttering in his grasp, carrying Kahram's bound corpse slung over the horse. He roared aloud in praise of King Kay Khosrow, proclaiming the monarch's eternal glory.
By the ninth hour of the day, not a single Turanian warrior remained standing upon the plain. Such is the fickle nature of Fate: even those it rears in luxury are suddenly ambushed in their hour of joy. Thus ended the ill-fated battle for Turan; when Piran gazed across the field, he saw not a single survivor among his champions, only bodies bereft of life by the merciless edge of the blade.