Beowulf

393 AC - I drop back, dodging the kick by a hair. For a fraction of a second, I see myself reflected in the abomination's vast pupils, then I plant my lance in the grassy hillside to escape its attack. I smile as the Leviathan eviscerates the atoll. Because further down the hill, the Eidolon I have summoned is ready. He is the slayer of Grendel, killer of witches and dragons… With a mighty roar, Beowulf bashes his shield with the flat of his ax before he sets it ablaze. He will be the one to face the charge. With a flip of his shield, he sends a rock as big as an aurochs flying. Then, without warning, he leaps in front of the manta ray, slicing the blade of his weapon down like a guillotine.

The strike slices through Halua's skin, leaving a bloody trail in its wake. The Geatish warrior slides over the monster's slippery, oily surface, then rushes forward again to deliver the fatal blow. I clench my fist as it seems the hallali will finally ring out. Suddenly, the hero is hit full force by what looks like a cloud. My eyes widen as I see the Woollyback's panicked expression. The wooly sheep bleats noisily, as if wondering, like me, what it's doing there in the middle of the battlefield. I clench my jaw as I watch the opportunity vanish, and the Leviathan's tail lashes down on my Eidolon like a whip. Beowulf blocks the blow at the last moment, but the damage is already done…

Beowulf is the hero of an Anglo-Saxon epic poem. He is a Geatish warrior who goes to the court of the Danish king Hrothgar to help him slay the monster Grendel, who is terrorizing the area. After winning fame for his deed, he returns home to his country to serve King Hygelac and later succeeds him to the throne. Towards the end of his life, he has a final fight against a formidable dragon, which he succeeds in killing before succumbing to his own injuries.

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