"Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred Grendel cam, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot" (283-286).
Time for my midnight snack...
"Grendel snatched at the first Geat he came to, ripped him apart, cut his body to bits with powerful jaws, drank the blood from his veins and bolted him down, hands and feet; death and Grendel's great teeth came together, snapping life shut" (312-318).
"Higlac's follower remembered his final boast and, standing erect, stopped the monster's flight, fastened those claws, in his fists till they cracked, clutched Grendel closer" (331-336).
I've got you now beast!
"determined to protect their prince if they could. Their courage was great but all wasted: they could hack at Grendel from every side, trying to open a path for his evil soul, but their points could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron could not scratch his skin" (369-374).
Get him now!
Our swords can't pierce him!
"The monster's hatred rose higher, but his power had gone. He twisted in pain, and the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder snapped, muscle and bone split and broke" (386-390).
You have come here for the last time!
"The battle was over, Beowulf had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, but wounded as he was could flee to his den, his miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, only to die, to wait for teh end of all his days" (390-395).