Man and dragon grapple and wrestle amid sheets of fire. The dragon lands a bite on Beowulf's neck, and blood begins to flow.
I will remain loyal to you Sir, unlike the other men who ran in fear!
In desperation, Beowulf pulls a knife from his belt and stabs it deep into the dragon's flank. The blow is fatal, and the writhing serpent withers.
Sir, the dragon's bite was venomous! You are going to die!
He was so kind!
Beowulf lies dead... Wiglaf sends a messenger with tidings to the Geats, who wait nervously for the news of the outcome of the battle. Sorrowfully, they recount that their king was kind and generous to his people, fair-minded, and eager to earn praise.
Do you remember when he killed Grendel? He was always so brave!