"Drink thy blood, Beaumanoir," said one of his comrades, Geoffrey de Bois, according to some accounts, and Sire de Tinteniac, according to others.

From that day those words became the war-cry of the Beaumanoirs.

Froissart says nothing of this incident.
Let us return to his narrative.
"When they were refreshed, the first to get up again made a sign, and recalled the others.

Then the battle recommenced as stoutly as before, and lasted a long while.

They had short swords of Bordeaux, tough and sharp, and boar-spears and daggers, and some had axes, and therewith they dealt one another marvellously great dings, and some seized one another by the arms a-struggling, and they struck one another, and spared not.
At last the English had the worst of it; Brandebourg, their captain, was slain, with eight of his comrades, and the rest yielded themselves prisoners when they saw that they could no longer defend themselves, for they could not and must not fly.