And when Asmund saw his crooked sword, he cried out, and broke into the following strain: "Why fightest thou with curved sword?
The short sword shall prove thy doom, the javelin shall be flung and bring forth death.

Thou shouldst conquer thy foe by thy hand, but thou trustest that he can be rent by spells; thou trustest more in words than rigour, and puttest thy strength in thy great resource.

Why dost thus beat me back with thy shield, threatening with thy bold lance, when thou art so covered with wretched crimes and spotted all over?
Thus hath the brand of shame bestained thee, rotting in sin, lubber-lipped." While he thus clamoured, Hadding, flinging his spear by the thong, pierced him through.

But Asmund lacked not comfort even for his death; for while his life flickered in the socket he wounded the foot of his slayer, and by this short instant of revenge he memorized his fall, punishing the other with an incurable limp.

Thus crippling of a limb befell one of them and loss of life the other.