hey hey hy,
heres the final edit of the story telling part for tearing grendals arm off.
When Grendal comes at night, Beowulf is ready.
he will not use sword or bow. in the dead of night , no longer abandoned, the hall is filled with Beowulfs men.
Grendal, a monster is blackend with rage and full of spite, thunders into the hall; piercing the atomophere. He grabs one of the men, snapping his body in two like a tooth pick, stipping his flesh with a jaw full of dagger like teeth, slurping on the mean and tossing the bones. his nam is Handiso. blood dripping from his crimson stained chops, grandal scans the halls for his next victom. just then; beowulf rises. he grabs Grendas mishappen arm in an vice like grip. he knows this is an foe like no other. for the first time, the mnster is scared for his life. He knows he cannot free himself from beowulfs grasp without leaveing part of his monstrous self behind. He can feel his ligiments strain and tear, his arm pops out of his socket and his end is naering; howling in the deepet darkest moans man has heard, Grendals mussle and skin tissue tr clean from his shoulder in beowulfs hand and Grendal, humiliated, escapes to the moors . Beowulf stands victorious, drenched in blood and severed limb in hand. Grendal, now alone, one arm'd and dfeated leaves. He will die later; hungry, alone and in pain.
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nice one!
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