St. James C.E. Academy, Southam

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.

Silently, Grendel emerged drooling from the deep, dark forest. He was ready to engage in a fatal brawl. His hideous smile crept across his scaly face. As the poisonous scent of bludgeoned victim’s flesh slid off his merciless claws, he licked his devilish lips. Without hesitation, he demolished the iron-studded hatch only to unleash a merciless slaughter. Soon he was holding Beowulf’s best Geat’s skull as the voice box hung. With only one stamp, his skull was no more… With a hellish scream, he continued his terror reign.

Out of the shadows of the night, Beowulf ran heroically towards Grendel’s path of destruction. The Demon was thinking of adding to his killing spree. The two giants charged at each other. The wrestle began. Beowulf clutched the wretched scaly arm. Within a couple of hours, Grendel’s arm was detached! As he fled into the dark forest, Beowulf hung his bloody arm as a trophy!

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.