Shivaray’s mawla looked plain naive, wild body and strong lean muscular built, face completely tanned due to the scorching heat, turban wrapped on head, wearing dhoti upto the knees on his feet and dirty messy sadra – a long linen shirt, shield on his back, swords on his waist, proud mustache on his lips; The masculine attitude, stentorian as the mighty Sahyadri!
Without a sword in his hand and no shield on his back, there was no evidence that they are soldiers (Mawla). If enemies looked at these guys from afar, they would think that this young men, had just harvested a field and confronted him, what would a farmer face harm them?
But when this men wished to jump in the battlefield pulling out their sword (shamsheer) and lunging in to the battlefield, swinging in his limbs, speeding like a cheetah, gazing at the eagle and with the power of a hundred elephants at his wrists.
It was beyond the imagination of the enemy that the simple-looking men could take on such a formidable form, that within the shock, these men would have cut down more than half of the enemies soldiers.