That fierce arrow, hissing like a serpent, fell upon my chest, and I, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground, O king. But, regaining my senses, I sent at the wise Jamadagnya a pure, blazing spear, like a thunderbolt. It fell between the arms of that foremost of the twice-born, O king; he shuddered, and trembling seized him. Then his friend, the great ascetic and brahmin Akritavrana, embraced him and consoled him with many kind words. Once comforted, Rama, great in his vows, filled with anger and indignation, then manifested the supreme weapon of Brahma.