They flew to arms, but the shock of the onset produced a panic and confusion which soon made their cause hopeless.

Odun and his immediate followers pressed directly forward into Hubba's tent, where they surprised the commander, and massacred him on the spot.

They seized, too, to their inexpressible joy, the sacred banner, which was in Hubba's tent, and bore it forth, rejoicing in it, not merely as a splendid trophy of their victory, but as a loss to their enemies which fixed and sealed their doom.
The Danes fled before their enemies in terror, and the consternation which they felt, when they learned that their banner had been captured and their leader slain, was soon changed into absolute despair.

The Saxons slew them without mercy, cutting down some as they were running before them in their headlong flight, and transfixing others with their spears and arrows as they lay upon the ground, trampled down by the crowds and the confusion.

There was no place of refuge to which they could fly except to their ships.