"Out from the marsh, from God`s hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on his trip to 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 claws, drank the blood from his veins, and bolted him down..."
" That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, knew at once that nowhere on earth had he met a man whose hands are harder... All of Beowulf's band had jumped from their beds, ancestral swords raised and ready, determined to protect their prince if they could. Their courage was great but wasted...''
I killed Grendel! It was me who did it.
Yes, we know and we are so grateful for you!
"...Grendel saw that his strength was deserting him, his claws bound fast Higlac's brave follower tearing at his hands. The monster's hatred rose higher, but his power was gone. He twisted in pain, and the bleeding sinews in his shoulder snapped..."
" The battle was over, Beowulf had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, but wounded as he would flee to his den, his miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, only to die, to wait for the end of all his days."
"... The Danes had been served as he boasted he'd serve; Beowulf, a prince of the Geats, had killed Grendel, ended the grief, the sorrow, the suffering forced on Hrothgar's helpless people by a bloodthirsty fiend. No Dane doubted the victory, for the proof, handing high from the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the monster's arm, claw and shoulder..."