Markandeyapurana 83.4

83.4

ciccheda ca dhanuḥ sadyo dhvajaṃ cātisamucchritam /
vivyādha caiva gātreṣu cchinnadhanvānamāśugaiḥ //

The ṛṣi spoke:
Now the great Asura, the general Cikṣura, seeing that army being slaughtered, advanced in wrath to fight with Ambikā. The Asura rained a shower of arrows on the goddess in the battle, as a cloud deluges mount Mem’s summit with a shower of rain. The goddess, cutting asunder the masses of his arrows then as it were in play, smote his horses with her arrows and their charioteer; and split his bow forthwith and his banner raised high aloft; and with swift missiles pierced his limbs as he stood with shattered bow. His bow shattered, his chariot useless, his horses killed, his charioteer slain, the Asura armed with sword and shield rushed at the goddess. With the utmost celerity he smote the lion on the head with his sharp-edged sword, and struck the goddess also on her left arm. His sword shivered to pieces as it touched her arm (O prince). Thereon red-eyed with anger, he grasped his pike, and he, the great Asura, flung it at Bhadrakālī, as it were the Sun’s orb blazing brightly with its splendour from out the sky. Seeing that pike falling on her, the goddess hurled her pike, and it shattered that pike into a hundred fragments and the great Asura also.