Wind, hail, lightning, and thunder, accompanied by an ominous darkness in which friend was indistinguishable from foe, played such havoc with the puny combatants and their mimic artillery, that all were forced to seek shelter and safety from the angry elements.

Thus neither side was left in possession of the field, but a third and a mightier power than either claimed the victory in that day's fight.
Manasseh and his comrades fled with the rest before the fury of the storm.

They succeeded in gaining a sheltered position where they found campfires burning, and thought themselves among friends.

But they were mistaken.

They had stumbled in the darkness upon the enemy's camp..