One night the mighty Grendal came out from his hole and made his way for the Herot. On the way he snatched up a poor man and eat him whole. He then continued on his way.
As he walked in the Herot everybody was sleeping, or so he thought. He stomped about finishing his last meal. He was trying to decide which human to eat next. But what Grendal didn't know was that no one was actually asleep, they were all awake.
As he was about to grab another one the human held Grendal's hand with such strength he could not break away. No matter how hard he tried to break free he could not, but that was because the human was Beowulf. Beowulf's men hacked and slashed at Grendal to avail.
Thank you great Beowulf
Let us all celebrate my brothers.
As Grendal lost strength he tried to run away but no matter how hard he tried Beowulf didn't let go. Anger was building inside of him but strength was leaving him. As he tried to escape Beowulf pulled on his arm causing it to rip off.
Although Grendal had escaped he would soon die in his hole. The injuries he sustained were to much even for Grendal and he soon died alone.
At the Herot everybody was cheering and celebrating, Beowulf had new found glory and nobody could object him. The cheered while looking at the arm of Grendal hanging from the ceiling.