Last night was one of the most gruesome battles I, Beowulf, believe I have ever taken part in. This vile creature, Grendel, slipped into the mead hall and killed several men with out stirring anyone from their sleep. He made a meal of at least three, then he reached me. Thankfully, I am a light sleeper and was awaken before his attack on my body. I leaned back on one arm, as I seized him with the other. Grendel's eyes seemed to fill with fear, for I believe he has never met another human or monster alike, as strong as me. He pulled and wrestled to get his talons out of my grip, he no longer wanted to fight, just retreat into his hell hole. My Danes were to the side and watched as Grendel thrashed and rolled about, until he let out a terrible scream. Such a terrible scream, the Danes stayed cowering in their beds. After watching some of his wretched yells, the Danes arose, swords drawn and ready, to protect me if I was in need of protecting. Grendel began to loose his power and I could tell he was in great distraught realizing this. Then a loud snap and the sound of the muscles and bone ripping from Grendel's body filled the room, like music in the more beautiful times of Hrothgar kingdom. I had tore Grendel's arm from his body. Grendel then escaped from me, but knowing he would not live much longer from his wound, I let his infamous soul go. The Danes praised with delight at the sight of Grendel's arm, knowing that I had defeated him. I reached up to the rafters and hung Grendel's arm up high so everyone could see, arm, claws and shoulder and all.
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