Hrothgar, O knowing, now When my danger is near, the warm words we uttered, And if your enemy should end my life Then be, O generous prince, forever The father and protector of all whom i leave Behind me, here in your hands, my beloved comrades left with no leader, their leader dead.
He leaped into the lake, would not wait for anyone's Answer; the heaving water covered him over. For hours he sank through the waves...
The fight brought other monsters swimming to see her catch, a host of sea beasts who beat at his mail shirt, stabbing with tusks and teeth as they followed along.
He tosed his sword aside, into battle. Angry; steel-edged blade lay where he dropped it. If weapons were useless he'd use his hands, the strength in his fingers.
And desperate, lifted it high over his head and 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 with her blood and Beowulf rejoiced at the sight.
To salute him and show Grendel's head. He carried that terrible trophy by the hair.