And thus, reflecting on the teachings set forth in the scriptures, he firmly resolved to slay this being. Then Indra, in fury, hurled his thunderbolt at the three-headed being, a weapon that appeared like fire, terrible to behold and inspiring dread. And, struck by that thunderbolt, he was slain and fell, as a dislodged mountain peak falls to the ground. And, seeing him slain by the stroke of the thunderbolt and lying vast as a hill, the chief of the gods found no peace and felt as though scorched by the radiant appearance of the dead being; for though slain, he retained a blazing and radiant look and seemed as though alive. And strangely, though lifeless, his heads seemed to live on as they lay low upon the field. And, greatly frightened by this radiance, Indra remained sunk in thought. And at that time, O great king, a carpenter with an axe upon his shoulder came into the forest and drew near the place where this being lay.