There we eyes watching the evil monster, they called Grendal, as he took eac step. There was only one man up they called him Beowulf, everyone else had fallen asleep. Grendal started to approach.
SNAP! CRUNCH! You heard while Grendal chewed on one of the men. Everyone woke up in fear and the man was gone. Grendal was done and was heading over to the next person who was Beowulf.
He grabed on to Beowulf, but Beowulf had a strong grip like no other and he held on to Grendal. All the men had arrose and was trying to get ride of the man eating beast. They stabbed and stabbed, but nothing was happening.
Grendal tried to get away he turned he pushed he tried to do anything he could to get away, but nothing was working. He was getting so tired, but he kept twisting and turning whilke being stabbed. He gave it one final try and he arm snapped right off. The men celebrated as Grendal the man eating beast ran away in fear.
Grendal ran home back to his cave as fast as he could leaving blood stains every where he ran. He got back to his cave to die in peace. His arm was still back with Beowulf.
As a celebration for killing the wild beast they hung his arm. The blood was dripping down, you could see the bone the veins, you could see all of it, but the men did not care they used it as a victory.