But Hubba's fall was the end.
Even as I stood there, there came a rash of men from our ranks past me; and I cheered, for I saw Heregar's silver mail driving straight for the Raven standard, at the head of the young thanes who were the shield wall of the Dragon of Wessex.

Then, too, closed in the wounded men and the country folk; and the Danes broke and fled towards the ships in disorder.

We followed for a little way, and then the thralls ended matters.

They say that not one Dane reached the river's bank, beyond which their comrades watched and raged, powerless to help them.
I went back to where Odda had fallen, and at that time there rose a thundering cheer of victory from our wearied line, and helms were cast into the air, and weapons waved in wild joy.

That roused one who lay before me, and white and shaking, up rose Odda from among the slain.