The fleets met south in Rogaland in Hafr's Firth.
There was fought the greatest battle that
king Harold had had,
with much slaughter in either host.
The king set his own ship in the van,
and there the battle was most stubborn,
but the end was that
king Harold won the victory.
Thorir Longchin, king of Agdir, fell there,
but Kjotvi the wealthy fled
with all his men that could stand,
save some that surrendered after the battle.
When the roll of Harold's army was called,
many were they that had fallen,
and many were sore wounded.
Thorolf was badly wounded, Bard even worse;
nor was there a man unwounded in
the king's ship before the mast,
except those whom iron bit not—to wit the Berserks.