Out of the darkness, Grendel came. He was filled with anticipation knowing his next meal was behind the old iron door. With his mouth watering, he crept up to the silver iron door and gashed it open. Standing on the other side was Handscio the guard; he was tall and he was wearing armour but this would not save him. Handscio gripped his diamond sword; he swiped it in the air chasing Grendel around. He tripped Handscio over and grabbed his sword, stabbing him in the chest. He didn’t want to leave him there so he gobbled him up. With blood dripping down his chin, he crawled across the floor wiping his claws across his face waiting for his next meal.
Stumbling across the floor, Grendel viciously sniffed the air searching for his next victim. Little did he know what awaited him. Standing around the corner was Beowulf. He was ‘bare-handed’ and had neither sword nor armour. Suddenly, he sprang into action. After many hours had passed, he had ripped off Grendel’s scaly arm. At last, the horrific beast was defeated.