Grendel's Perspective Analysis
Grendel’s perspective of the battle.
The night of the battle I rose from the mist of the moors making my way to the Great hall. I ripped the great door off the hinges seeking innocent souls to fill my bloodlust. From what I could see everyone was in deep slumber so I grabbed a warrior to make him my snack , my intention was to devour all in sight. As I advanced toward the next warrior Beowulf , my only thought was how good his blood must taste and how easy it will be to devour him. But much to my surprise this was no ordinary may, he had the strength of thirty in his grip . I howled and shrieked in frightful pain as he held onto my arm not letting go. My mind was racing this man was like no other I had met my match in the worst way possible.
The night of the battle I rose from the mist of the moors making my way to the Great hall. I ripped the great door off the hinges seeking innocent souls to fill my bloodlust. From what I could see everyone was in deep slumber so I grabbed a warrior to make him my snack , my intention was to devour all in sight. As I advanced toward the next warrior Beowulf , my only thought was how good his blood must taste and how easy it will be to devour him. But much to my surprise this was no ordinary may, he had the strength of thirty in his grip . I howled and shrieked in frightful pain as he held onto my arm not letting go. My mind was racing this man was like no other I had met my match in the worst way possible.