Up went his long weapon overhead, and like a flash he smote at me--but he forgot that he was in the porch, and as his blow fell the axe lit on the crossbeams and stuck there.

The handle splintered, and he sprang back out of reach of my stroke.
Then I dropped my axe and closed with him, and I was like a Berserk in my fury, so that I lifted him and flung him clear over my shoulder, and he fell heavily on the threshold on his head.

Nor did he move again.
Cyneward thrust my axe into my hand, as past me Thormod and the men charged into the doorway.

The hall was full of the pirates, and now we fought again as on the decks, hand to hand in half darkness.

But it was no long fight, for those of our men who had been at the gate, finding they might leave it, came round and fell on the Jomsburgers from the back of the hall, coming through the other doors.