Part 3: Friend, Claw, and all
The mead hall was empty except for one old man, who approached me with great strides. "I need to know what happened to my son Grendel," I said, he drew his sword and replied "I am Radgar, son of Jasten. The Great Beowulf has slain your son, now you have come seeking knowledge that you shall not have. Your son has been terrorizing this mead hall every night for twelve winters, killing our men. Yet you have the nerve to come here seeking answers, Wretched Wench?" "Sir Radgar, I do not seek a battle with you, all I seek are answers."
Radgar did not bother to answer my question, instead he came at me without fear, and with one swipe of my hand he fell back unhurt. "Sir please stop, I am begging you, I mean no harm," "No harm? I seriously doubt that, I will kill you and your head will hang next to your son's claw," He pointed up, and that was when I first noticed my departed son's arm hanging from the rafters of the beautiful mead hall. Taking the advantage of my venerability, Radgar attacked again, his sword could not cut me; so I again pushed him away, he landed on his sword, which sliced through his torso gutting him.
I knew I could not leave him there for the barbaric humans to deal with, nor could I leave the arm that once belonged to my beloved child, Grendel. So I climbed to the rafters where his arm was hanging, and removed it. I then carried it and the body of the man called Radgar into the forest. When I reached the edge of the marsh, I call home, I dug a shallow grave and placed Radgar in it, to rest for eternity. I then stood and called for all my friends to come to the lake and grieve with me. I then returned to the dept of my home with Grendel's arm. I carried the arm to where Grendel's body lay in state, and placed it next to him, I then sat in the company of numerous friends who sought to comfort my grief, until he came.