Epic Of Beowulf Argumentative Essay

When I sent my son out into Herot, the meadhall of Hrothgar, I knew he would shower a reign of terror upon all the land, and that is exactly what he did. Grendel terrorized Herot, just as I had so many years before. I was so proud of my son, and of myself that I could finally sit back and pass the torch to the next dominant sea monster. However, Grendel's end came before his time, and even before mine. To my shock and disbelief, someone had overcome my son. That someone went by the name of Beowulf. My Grendel, my own blood, was dead at the hands of that feeder-of-ravens.
This man, this barbarian, had taken away the only thing that was important in this world to me. He took from me my first born son. He took the beast that I molded and crafted into one of the fiercest sea monsters ever to be known on this rock-of-the-universe. I taught Grendel everything that I knew. I knew what I had to do. I had to get revenge. Enraged as I was, I had to do something so horrible and something so unbelievable, that Beowulf will
I have heard from several different sources that Beowulf is conspiring to seek me out, the greatest she-beast of them all, and do to me what I did to Eschere. When I heard this, I could do nothing but laugh. Who does this man think that he is? He may have been able to defeat my son, but if he thinks for one instant that he can do the same to me, he is in for a rude awakening. Like I said, I taught Grendel everything he knew, but not everything I did. This old beast still has a lot of fight left in her. I can take on Beowulf and any weapon he chooses to laden himself with. That's the good part though, because I will not need a weapon. The insurmountable intensity and immense girth of my enormous body alone will crush Beowulf like a bug. What does he think a little sword is going to do for him? One swing on my fist, and his head will be flying with the