lines 269-271. "Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill
lines 298-301. "Grendel snatched at the first Geat he came to, ripped him apart, cut his body to bits with powerful jaws."
lines 321-325. The infamous killer fought for his freedom, wanting no flesh, but retreat, desiring nothing but escape; his claws had been caught he was trapped.
lines 355-365. Swords raised and ready, determined to protect their prince if they could. their courage was great but all wasted....their points could not hurt him... and yet his time had come, his days were over, his death near
lines 386-389. He was happy, now, with that night's fierce work; the Danes had been served as he'd boasted he'd served them, a prince of Geats, had killed Grendel
lines 196-412. And then, in the morning, crowds surrrounded Herot, warriors coming to that hall from faraway lands...they gaped with no sense of sorrow....hell had opened to receive him