If grendel wins, it will be a gruesome day;
he will glut himself on the geats in the war-hall,
swoop without fear on that flower of manhood
as on others before. then my face won’t be there
to be covered in death: he will carry me away
as he goes to ground, gorged and bloodied;
he will run gloating with my raw corpse
and feed on it alone, in a cruel frenzy,
fouling his moor-nest.

this version of grendel is more than the version in john gardner’s novel.

vicious

sensitive

anxious

gentle