Amidst the choking dust of the battlefield that obscured the very sun, the two venerable commanders of the age—Goudarz, son of Kashvad, and Piran, son of Viseh—met in an epic clash of ancient vengeance. The earth groaned beneath their armored steeds as blades flashed, maces crashed, and lassoes coiled. Yet the divine wheel of destiny had turned, bearing misfortune away from Iran and casting its dark shadow upon the realm of Turan. Piran, recognizing the decree of Fate, fought not with the hope of victory, but with the unyielding honor of a champion battling time itself. Both elders drew their bows, unleashing a hail of deadly arrows like an autumn gale stripping the forest.
A sharp shaft from Goudarz pierced the barding of Piran's charger. The mighty steed shuddered, collapsed, and pinned the valiant Turanian lord beneath its weight, shattering Piran's right arm. Knowing his hour had arrived, Piran dragged himself free and fled on foot up the steep, rocky slopes of the mountain to seek a final refuge. Seeing his great adversary fleeing like hunted game, Goudarz wept at the transience of worldly glory. He called out to Piran, offering him quarter so that he might be brought alive and unharmed before King Kay Khosrow. But Piran rejected surrender with absolute pride, declaring that all mortals are born for death and that he would never barter his soldier's honor for a captive's life.
Dropping his horse's reins, Goudarz raised his shield and scaled the rugged cliff with javelin in hand. From a high crag, Piran hurled a heavy dagger like an arrow, wounding Goudarz in the arm. Incensed by the pain and burning with vengeance, Goudarz gathered his remaining strength and cast his javelin. The weapon tore through Piran's coat of mail, piercing his liver and thrusting deep into his torso. With a final roar to the Just Judge of Heaven, the great champion of Turan fell upon the barren rock, his spirit departing as blood filled his mouth.
Ascending to the peak, Goudarz looked down upon the slain paragon of Turan. Remembering the tragic martyrdom of Prince Siyavash and his own seventy fallen sons, Goudarz touched the blood of Piran and smeared it across his face in solemn fulfillment of his vow, offering prayers of gratitude to God. Yet, in reverence for Piran's noble heart, Goudarz refused to sever his head; instead, he planted Piran's battle standard over him to shade his body. Wounded but victorious, Goudarz returned to the Iranian camp, where his desperate warriors greeted him with triumphant shouts. Goudarz commanded his son Rohham to ascend the peak and bind Piran's fully armored body onto a steed alongside his banner, bringing him down with dignity. Preparing for the ultimate arrival of King Kay Khosrow, the Iranian army bound the fallen champions atop their saddles, driving the captive villain Groy-e Zereh before them as the historic trials of the Twelve Combatants drew toward their glorious end.