Out of the gloom, Grendel appeared. He could smell dinner. He was grinding his vile blood-thirsty teeth knowing his feast was nearby. As he crept up to the mead hall, he could smell a sweet tinge of Viking flesh.
Grendel ripped open the oak door. He had smelt the flesh now in toasted smoke. He now thought there had been a party. He could smell the fresh cooked meat from the party. Grendel smelt the fresh meat and treats.
Grendel licked his blood-thirsty teeth as he ground them. He saw his first victim on the floor. Grendel had killed a guard already. The colossal savage ate one of the Geats in one. Nothing was left of him. Not even a nail.
The colossal beast was then grabbed. They had been wrestling for hours when Beowulf had ripped off his arm. There was a scream of horror from the beast. He had both of his arms pulled off.
Then Beowulf tried to pierce his skin but it was no use. He said to his guard it is no use trying to pierce his skin.