Grendel grunted loudly, forcing all the other creatures that may have lived within a miles radius of himself to scatter.  The monster  loved to do that. It was just so amusing to watch them flee from the waters’ depths in which he lived.  All of a sudden, the little light that shone on the lake vanished.  Grendel looked up, only to notice the familiar shape of a war boat where heroes came from.  Quickly and silently, he raced up to the surface, his large legs propelling him out of the murky water until he was upon the shore line.  He kept only his eyes above the surface, not daring to eat anyone just yet.  As he watched, he noticed one huge warrior stepping off the boat with his comrades swarming about him.  He captured two words: “Beowulf” and “Hrothgar”.  One of them he was familiar with.  Hrothgar was the king of the Danes, who lived nearest to Grendel and his mother.  The mead hall in which Grendel liked to feast on people was the one that Hrothgar owned.  “But ho, ho!” he smelt himself on his thigh, thinking about all the delicious heros that had been sucked down his gullet.
“No people are any match for me!  No, I am the strongest living being in the world!” He said this under the water so the people above could not hear him.  Then huge bubbles started spilling out around his face.  The water turned hot with anger as he heard his mother shout back up to him:
“Who dares deny me to be the strongest and most fearsome creature in the world?”
“I didn’t mean it mother, sorry!” He screamed back.  “Well, I will go and feast tonight.” Grendel cackled with glee at the thought of more food.

As Grendel stood in front of the door to Hrothgar’s mead hall, he thought about his dinner. Luscious, raw meat, and sticky, warm blood.  Not delaying himself any longer, he burst through the door that barred his entrance. The hinges cracked away from the stone wall, and the door fell with a large crash on the hall’s floor. Grunting and snarling, he plucked up his first victim and ripped him apart before eating him.  Then something happened that had never happened before.  Grendel’s arm was seized, and the strength in the pull brought him crashing to the floor, crushing three men while doing it.  But the pressure on his arm kept building up, and no matter how much he pushed and struggled, clawed and bit, he could not get  hold of his attacker.  This went on for a long time, the two beings locked in combat.  Then Grendel’s enemy gave one last heave, and Grendel felt his arm leave his socket.  Howling in agony, Grendel lurched up and stumbled out of that wretched place.  King Hrothgar could keep his heroes and knights and mead hall.  Finally, he reached the water and lay down in its current.  He let it take him down, down, down to the bottom.  Then his whole world went black.