Ceolwulf's men were not happy, the promised riches had yet to appear. They were tired and hungry, coming across an isolated farm they stole the animals and made to take them back to their encampment. The animals were surely and hard to move, coming across a river they spent an age drinking and bathing.
The Britons arrive to retrieve their livestock.
The Britons quickly form their shieldwall, the saxon hearthguard charge and again bounce from the wall.
The animals move slowly across the table, while Britons and Saxons clash.
The Saxons take too many casualties and break, running for safety, leaving the animals and loot behind, it would take a couple of months before they have licked their wounds and are ready for another raid.