This figure wasn’t the ordinary human as he appeared to be. This was a brave and outstanding hero, a conqueror. Beowulf was going to do what they believed impossible. Beowulf had entered the putrid beast's lair. As he approached the shadowing dwelling, he noticed a heavy sword hanging from the wall. He carefully observed it before braking the binding chains on it’s hilt. He ripped it from the wall, his aggressive power showing on his twisted face. Quickly, he swung it over his shoulder and prepared for the oncoming attack. He prepared to swing.
Beowulf was a not betrayed by fear, he had already attacked the son and was ready to face the mother with all he had. He was no mere man, he was near God-like. There was not one man that didn’t love
Beowulf was a not betrayed by fear, he had already attacked the son and was ready to face the mother with all he had. He was no mere man, he was near God-like. There was not one man that didn’t love