“Out from the marsh, from the footy of misty hills and bogs, bearing God’s hatred Grendel came, hoping to kill anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot.” (283-286)
Grendel approaches the gate to High Herot. He tears the door down and enters.
Grendel finds his prey he was looking for and finds them all sleeping. Little does he know there is a warrior waiting for him.
“And was instantly seized himself, claws Bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm. That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder; His mind was flooded with fear—but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight Hard grip. Grendel’s one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there” (321-329)
Beowulf and Grendel fight and Grendel wants nothing more then to escape and get away, for once he is afraid.
“The monster’s hatred rose higher, But his power had gone. He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke. The battle was over, Beowulf Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, But wounded as he was could 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.” (386-395)