Maayybbe it was the mead, but I kinda figured that since he was a monster and probably doesn't know anything about sword play or you know, common civil decency, it'd be unfair of me to challenge him with swords and shields. Also, I'm pretty sure that didn't work out too well for the other guys.
So with God's grace and my men beside me, even if they were totally asleep (I don't blame them, that Wealhtheow dishes out like, tons of mead), I sat up to wait for Grendel.
Oh, did he run in. He's so eerie and..Shudder. Look, let me let the text speak for itself;
In off the moors, down through the mist-bandsSee, he's totally creepy. But, he didn't expect me to be standing there when the door opened.
God-cursed Grendel came greedily loping,
The bane of the race of men roamed forth...
I guess no one had really tried to fight him off as I had before. I saw his hideous, terrible joy in his dull, demonic eyes as he eyed the sleeping men, but you all know I'd never let him near them.
He did get a few men, I'm afraid, as I was pretending to sleep to catch him off guard, but when I got him, oh, you'd better believe I had him.
After a lot of struggle, you know what we realized? He was spelled against iron! No sword no shield could cut him--
But I could get him with my bare fists.
So, I did, and I ripped off his arm.
I held it up in glory, and was victorious!
Yeah, Grendel won't be coming back here ever again.
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