Beowulf grasped Grendel with claws bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm. He twisted in pain and the sinews in the shoulder snapped, muscle and bone split and broke.
I want to run back to my marsh i am outmatched.
Grendel escaped but wounded he fled to his den, his miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh. only to die.
Beowulf prince of the Geats had defeated Grendel. In the morning crowds surrounded Herot. The gaped with no sense of sorrow then old and young rejoiced. They swore that nowhere on Earth or under the spreading sky or between the seas, neither south nor north, was there a warrior worthier to rule over men.