Personal Narrative Beowulf

Grendel, arrives to the porch of Herot, as his demon like appearance is exposed due to the glimmering overhead light shining upon him. He hurriedly grips the door handle and tears the door straight to the floor. The collapsing door and Grendel’s stomp into the grand entrance was as loud as thunder. Straight ahead of him, lay the warriors, sleeping like rocks. The walls of pure gold were so shiny, it was as if it was reflecting off the warriors skin. A sense of pure joy fills his mind, and his mouth forms a slight smirk, as he gazes over each and every one of them, knowing their lives will be vanished,and accomplishing more of his malicious schemes. He approaches a soldier, and begins to tear each of his limbs, and in the air permeated the sound of snapping bones and the shrieks of pain coming from the soldier. Grendel gulps the blood pouring out of the mans body, and finishes by gnawing on every square inch of his being with his sharp fangs. He is too amped up to stop here, as he continues to deteriorate every square inch of flesh and bones of these innocent warriors. A warrior shrieks as Grendel’s humongous, green, scale like feet move towards
With a pure look of confidence on his face, and an upright posture, Beowulf confronts Grendel. A strong sense of fear overtakes Grendel, in which he has never felt before. His stomach sinks into his intestines as his instincts are telling him this encounter may be disastrous for him. Before he can skip back a step on the slippery, smooth floor away from Beowulf, he knocks him directly to the floor. Gripping Grendel’s arm, the muscles tore and split off his shoulder. He proceeded to grab his veiny neck, as he turned his spinal chord, every muscle, and ligament all the way around. The warriors stood in shock as their jaws dropped to the ceiling, realizing Beowulf had conquered the most powerful demon in