Verse 27

²⁷Seeing his army worn down in the fight by the others, the god who bears the bolt raised the bolt in anger to kill his enemy. ²⁸With that eight-edged thing, king, he took off the heads of Bala and Paka while their kinsmen looked on, and put fear in them. ²⁹Seeing them killed, Namuci was filled with grief and impatience and rage, and wanting to kill Indra, king, he made a very great effort. ³⁰He took up a spear of steel, hung with bells and worked in gold, and ran at him in anger, threatening him: You are a dead man. And he hurled it at the king of the gods, roaring like the king of beasts. ³¹Indra cut it a thousand ways with his arrows as it came flying very fast across the plain of the sky; and the lord of the thirty, filled with rage, struck him on the neck with the bolt to take off his head, king.

³²But that bolt, driven with all the force of the lord of the gods, did not cut even his skin. This was a great wonder: the splitter of Vrtra, of surpassing strength, set at nothing by the skin of Namuci's neck.