smashing their shining swords, their bloody, hammer-forged blades onto boar-headed helmets, and stabbing with the sharpest of points.
Beowulf dives into the lake to fight grendel mother
he’d taken Hrothgar’s closest friend, the man he most loved of all men on earth; she’d killed a glorious soldier, cut a noble life short
Beowulf was going to be killed by grendel mother
she had carried off Grendel’s claw. Sorrow Had returned to Denmark.
Beowulf kills grendel mother
She welcomed him in her claws, clutched at him savagely but could not harm him, tried to work her fingers through the tight ring-woven mail on his breast, but tore and scratched in vain
A dagger, brown with dried blood, and prepared To avenge her only son. But he was stretched On his back, and her stabbing blade was blunted By the woven mail shirt he wore on his chest. The hammered links held; the point Could not touch him. He’d have traveled to the bottom of the earth, Edgetho’s son, and died there,
Struck with all the strength he had left, Caught her in the neck and cut it through,Broke bones and all. Her body fell To the floor, lifeless, the sword was wet