I could smell his scent. I could almost taste him through the muddy water. Beowulf was slowly approaching my den. I couldn't wait to get my claws on his savage body. I would then crush him like it was a frail sea monster that I snack on during the day. He couldn't get away with what he did to my son. I wouldn't let him. He would pay dearly for what he did. I would have to make the first move, make a fierce bite to the head, and avoid the magic sword.
Following his sent closely, I gradually swam through the water. The sea monsters and creatures swam and twisted around me. I soon approached him and could barely make out his figure through the dark water. The instant he came in to reach I snapped my arm forward and held him tightly in my grasp. I began to swim back to my den where I would be able to kill him more easily. I waited for this moment so long. I now needed to get all
To defeat Beowulf I would have to make the first move, make a fierce bite to the head, and avoid the magic sword. I had the perfect plan to avenge my son's death. I made the first move and brought him to my den, however, I could not kill him. Then I made a fierce bite his head, but to no avail. Everything was going according to plan until it came to step three of my plan. I failed to keep Beowulf away from the magic sword, which inevitably became the death of me.
Finally I reached up for one more powerful blow, I felt the most excruciating pain that could possibly be experienced. It felt like thousands of needle sharp knives stabbing through me at once. I looked down and saw the inevitable; Beowulf had found my magic sword hanging on the wall and had stabbed me with it. He had found the only was to defeat me. I had tried with great effort to keep it concealed, but its penetrating glow could
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