In a swamp, a monster was getting ready to go a hunt for his food. Grendel wanted to go to Hrothgar’s hall and go and get some soldiers to eat. He was really, really hungry and he was ready to eat.
“I’m really hungry, I hope some of those “brave” soldiers decided to prove themselves as warriors, because I would really like a feast today!” – those were Grendel’s thoughst as he was getting ready to leave the swamp in which he lived in-.
As Grendel got near Hrothgar’s Hall he started to get really hungry and he was ready to eat. He just hoped that the soldiers didn’t try anything because he was in no mood to have to make any efforts today. When he got in the hall, he was ecstatic, today of all days there were more soldiers than there had been in a while now, and he was just savoring the feast that he was about to enjoy.
“Why are they so stubborn?, Do they really believe that they can beat me? hahaha!”
Grendel started walking toward the first soldier of a row, he was going to eat him first and then go down the hall in a pattern. He took him and started devouring his body, he drank the blood and was really happy that he decided to come.
He went on to the next body and grabbed him, but then some pain started getting hold of Grendel and he saw that this man, who had a great strenght, had grabbed his throat.
Grendel was really mad and he started fighting the man. It was all a blur, the man had no human weapons, but he had a strenght like no other man that Grendel had faced.
Grendel was dying, he had lost the battle against that super human, he had lost his arm and he had no strenght left in him. He didn’t remembered what happened, he had lost his conscience because he was being strangled by the man, and he was just struggling to get back to his swamp to die peacefully…
