Grendel enters the hall of Herot and relishes in the sight of all the bodies sleeping soundly throughout the room. He snatches his first victim and devours him in a split second, leaving only a bloody carcass behind.
Savorying the sweet smell of blood in the air, Grendel reaches for Beowulf. Grendel is instantly struck with fear as he realizes that this is no ordinary man. He could feel the darkness of death flooding through his veins.
The halls of Herot had never witnessed a fight like this one between man and beast in all it's years. But Herot was built to withstand the chaos that ensued. It's walls shook and heaved but nothing but the flames of hell could destroy Herot!
The Dane's finally freed themselves of their horrors and anguish to assist Beowulf any way they could. They sliced and they hacked to no avail for Grendel could not be destroyed with a sword. But this did not give Grendel any glory for he knew in the deepest of his horrid gut that his life was coming to an end!
Grendel was able to escape the great halls of Herot but it was of no great hedonism to him. For he knew that he would soon die alone make his way to Hell to meet even more horrid monsters than himself. He had been beaten and now knew what it was like to battle God!
Beowulf had succeeded in doing what all men thought impossible, he had defeated Grendel! The halls of Herod were alive again. People game from miles around to see the great sight of the putrid arm of Grendel hanging from the rafters. They followed the blood of the fallen beast and felt no sense of empathy for the beast who had caused so much death.