When he was a couple of feet away from the lodge he saw that soldiers were guarding it, swords and shield in hand. For the second time that night Grendel considered returning to his lair but the delicious sound of ten, maybe fifteen, men laughing changed his mind immediately. He needed to get into that cabin, no matter what, or who, was inside. Promptly, he darted toward the four guards and swallowed them all whole. Upon hearing the commotion two other guards came from around the back of the building and threw their spears and swords at Grendel. He caught them easily and advanced towards the guards. Grendel grabbed both of them by their feet and smacked them, head first, on the ground. He then snapped an arm off of one of the guards and saved …show more content…
Inside, there was silence. The people had heard Grendel and were no doubt preparing for his entrance with weapons in hand. Grendel paid no mind to this walked closer to the door. When he was only a foot away from the opening, he heard a man whisper something. “It might be that demon that the villagers were talking about earlier, my Lord.” A different man responded in a stronger, but still hushed, tone. “If it is, then we will slay it, and this village will just be another place where the Geats have been victorious. We will then continue toward the reason we were sent out, to find and kill the giant that has been tormenting the next village over.” This only escalated Grendel’s anger and hunger. When he burst through the door he was ready to die. He knew that there would be soldiers waiting to kill him. “I am not a demon! I have a soul!” he screamed. Though, no one heard. They only wanted to destroy him. Let this battle …show more content…
Only five puny soldiers stood in the middle of the lodge. He ran towards them, head first, and within ten seconds had snapped them all in half. Grendel smiled and laughed when he realized that all of his worrying before coming into the building was for nothing. He sat down to enjoy his meal when he smelt something odd. There was a musk coming from under the floorboards. At first he paid no mind to this but the fragrance got more and more pungent. Out of no where, a spear came through the floor and pierced Grendel’s leg. He yelled in pain and tried to get up but the spear had him lodged into place, rendering him powerless. A trap door in the floor opened in front of Grendel and out stepped a man covered in red war paint. Grendel leaned forward in an attempt to grab this mysterious man but he was too quick and jumped back. “Do you know who I am, demon?” the mystery man asked, walking slowly around Grendel with a smirk on his face. Grendel snarled and tried to lift his leg up once more but the spear that the man had stabbed into his leg was being held down by something very heavy. “I will take that as a no then, demon.” the man replied, stopping in front of Grendel at a testing distance. “My name is Beowulf, destroyer of monsters, killer of demons. I was sent from a faraway place to deal with