Grendel, the beastly monster as hideous as a manged homeless sheep, rose from his swamp,and treked tirelessly towards Herot's front door, salivating at the thought of fresh meat.
THE BATTLE WITH GRENDEL
Grendel's heart sensed the fresh blood, and tore into the first victim. Grendel had no mercy, tearing, ripping, stabbing the body into pieces. The warm blood soothing as it flowed down his throat.
Grendel grabbed the next victim, but had not realized it was Beowulf. Beowulf was a steel shield, Grendel could not match his immense strength. Grendel tried to run, but Beowulf grasped him and burst his claws into a million pieces.
Grendel and Beowulf battled throughout the hall, the soldiers all afraid in their beds. Grendel's shrieks of terror rang all around the hall as the strongest of them all, Beowulf, trapped Grendel with is iron grip.
Grendel's strength had fled him, as Beowulf was ferociously tore at his hands. Thwack! Grendel screamed in agony, Beowulf had severed his arm! The beast had been defeated, and fled to his slime infested den in the marsh.
Grendel made it to his home, only to die a painful and lonely death. Beowulf had ended the bloodshed of Hrothgar's people, and to prove it, Grendel's arm hanging from the rafters of Herot.