"Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty Hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill Anyone he could trap on this trip to the high Herot."
"Eyes were watching his evil steps, Waiting to see his swift hard claws. 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."
"That sheperd of evil, guardian of crime, Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder... All of Beowulf's Band had jumped from their beds, ancestral Swords raised and ready, determined to protect their prince if they could."
"He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder snapped, muscle and bon split And broke." "Grendel escaped, But wouded as he was could flee to his den, His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, Onlt to die, to wait for the end of all his days."
"Beowulf a prince of the geats, had killed Grendel, Ended the grief, the sorrow, the suffering Forced on Hrothgar's helpless people by bloodthirsty fiend." "From the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the monster's Arm, claw, shoulder and all."
His mom was not to happy when he found her son laying on the ground dead. So she went to Beowulf's layer to only seek revenge.......