Shiva called out to Kali, but She could not hear him, such was the fever that raced through Her. She continued pounding what was left of Raktbeej’s flesh into oblivion. She rattled her staff and shook her great head. Her hair whipped wildly about causing great winds to carry off a few of the gods that were near by. She turned about, and lifted her arms to the sky, laughing crazily all the while. Nothing could stop this display of raw energy.

Shiva called out again, but again His words went unheard. Finally, in an act of complete desperation, Shiva threw Himself down beneath Her feet.

Kali continued her frenzied dancing, pounding the life out of her husband. It was a few moments more before She realized that it was indeed Her husband, Shiva, who lay flattened at Her feet. Seeing her mistake, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment; this quickly broke Her out of Her trance, and She was once more the serene Devi.