My name is Grendel, son of Cain and it's time for supper. I crave the blood from these helpless soldiers, and little do they know of my spells which prevents any damage from swords! They'll become prey to the predator, me!
I can win this. I have God on my side and my trusty two fists. I will take down this beast for the mighty Hrothgar!
Meanwhile, as Beowulf and his group of fourteen warriors lay at rest, anxiously waiting for the fight of their lives, Beowulf remains attentive and awake.
Hahahaha!Looks like there's still more people to devour, though these men look and smell different. Whatever, food is food.
It was an honor serving beside you my master.
Beowulf gets up and engaged Grendel in a fight with only his bare hands, a 1 v 1 matchup between the monster and the hero.
We shall see how will win, as only the Lord can decide.
You brave little soldier, you have no weapon to fight with.
I've captured this monster with my own two hands, proving myself to the Lord, my men and the Danes.
Both man and foe fight harshly, but in a turn of events Beowulf gets the upper hand on the monster.
Ahhh! My shoulder!This is the strongest I've ever seen and his stamina is unmatched by any warrior I've faced before!
The Job is done King Hrothgar. Grendel is dead.
Beowulf, you have my humble respect for slaying that beast.