In off the moors, down through the mist bandsGod cursed Grendel came greedily loping. The bane of the race of men roamed forth, hunting for a prey in the high hall.
Mighty and canny, Hygelac's kinsman was keenly watching for the first move the monster would make Nor did the creature keep him waiting.
but struck suddenly and started in: he grabbed and mauled a man on his bench, bit into his bone-lappings, bolted down his blood and gorged on him in lumps
The captain of evil discovered himself in a handgrip harder than anything he had ever encountered in any man on the face of the earth. Every bone in his body quailed and recoiled, but he could not escape.
When they joined the struggle there was something they could have not known at the time. That no blade on earth, no blacksmith art could ever damage their demon opponent.
The monster's whole body was in pain, a tremendous wounded appeared on his shoulder. Sinews splitand the bone-lapping burst/ Beowulf was granted the glory of winnings: Grendel was driven under the fenbanks fatally hurt, to his desolate hair. His days were numbered the end of his life was coming over him, he knew it for certain