Verse 16

¹³He took up a three-pointed spear, greedy with blazing fire, as a man working a spell against a brahmin might, against the one who had taken form for the sake of sacrifice. ¹⁴Thrown with all the force of that great fighter among the demons, it shone in the middle of the sky with a risen blaze. Hari cut it apart with his wheel of whetted rim, as one cuts a feather let fall from Tarksya's bird. ¹⁵When his spear had been cut in many pieces by Hari's wheel, his rage swelled. He came up, roared, struck that broad and glorious chest with a hard fist, and vanished. ¹⁶Struck so by him, Ksatta, the Bhagavan, the first boar, did not shake in the least anywhere, like an elephant hit with a garland.