Ljot saw where Egil stood, and heard his words.
He said:
'Come thou hither, big man, to the holm, and fight with me, if thou hast a wish that way.
That is a far more even match than that I should fight with Fridgeir,
for I shall deem me no whit the greater man though I lay him low on earth.'
Then sang Egil:

'Ljot asketh but little,
Loth were I to baulk him.
Pale wight, my hand pliant
Shall play on his mail.
Come, busk we for combat;
Nor quarter expect thou:
Strife-stirrer, in Mæri
Stern shield-cutting ours.'

After this Egil made him ready for combat with Ljot.
Egil had the shield that he was wont to have,
was girded with the sword which he called Adder,
but in his hand he had Dragvandill.
He went in over the boundary that marked the battle-ground,
but Ljot was then not ready.
Egil shook his sword and sang:

'Hew we with hilt-wands flashing,
Hack we shield with falchion,
Test we moony targets,
Tinge red sword in blood.
Ljot from life be sundered,
Low stern play shall lay him,
Quelled the quarrel-seeker:
Come, eagles, to your prey.'