I say. There was no reply. He only comes charging at me harder. Beowulf grabs me by the shoulder and throws me to the floor in a rage driven by anger. I will not have this in my home! I will not be beaten by a man of the human race! I shouted. In an instant I snatch him from the floor and initiate the brutal beating, which will finally put an end to Beowulfs pathetic life. I continue to rip and tear at him as he falls to the ground. The strongest of the humans is falling to a monster of the sea! Imagine that! It comes as no surprise to me. Beowulf is now helpless in the tight grasp of my claws.It is time to put and end to the life of my opponent. I raise the dagger over my head in preparation of piercing the heart of Beowulf. It is long, sharp, and sure to penetrate the strong mail shirt. I can see the terror in Beowulfs eyes as he gazes at the dagger and spots the stains of my last victim. This is the point that I have forever been longing for.I pull the dagger down toward Beowulf and it suddenly stops when it touches the mail shirt. I then think of the gigantic sword hanging on the wall. It is impossible for a human to lift the sword, so I am in no rush. I soon discovered that Beowulf is an exception to my previous statement. Somehow he manages to lift the sword over my head and swing it with all of his strength. I see the long sword fly through the air in the direction of my neck.From above the waters calm surface, the clouds, and the heavens I see myself lying lifeless on the floor of the deep sea. Beowulf rejoices obnoxiously at the sight of my dead body. He, the human, has slain the most powerful monster of the ocean. This will only be the first of many future attacks on Beowulf. My death will be revenged, and I will be victorious! It is the beginning of the end!...
