Hrothgar, O knowing king, now when my danger is near, the warm words we uttered, and if your enemy should end my life then be, O generous prince.
She welcomed him into her claws, clutched at him savagely but could not harm him.
Then he saw the mighty water witch and swung his sword straight at her head; But her guest discovered that no sword could slice her evil skin
He tossed the sword aside. If weapons were useless he'd use his hands, the strength of his fingers
Then he saw, hanging on the wall, a heavy sword, but so massive that no ordinary man could lift its carved and decorated length. He broke the chain on its hilt, now angry he lifted it high over his head and struck her in the neck and cut it through