Thus deeply pierced, that mighty bow man, licking the corners of his mouth, hurled at Satyaki an iron lance decked with gold and lapises, of great toughness, and terrible like the mace of Death. Then Satyaki with his arrows cut off that lance, O king, that had been coursing swiftly towards him, being shot by the force of Bhagadatta's arm. Then that lance fell down with force on the ground like a large meteor shorn of its splendour.