The weary warrior leaned heavily upon his sword. The wind kicked up around him as he rested for a moment. There within the wind arose a voice quietly whispering to the warrior, “Boy, you are weary. Lay yourself down and give your soul up, for the storm is great and you will not be able to withstand the power of its force.” The weary young warrior fortified his voice so that it carried his response to the daemon that hid his hideous self within the folds of the wind. “Daemon, it is you that is confused. It is me that you must fear for it is I who brings the storm. You will not withstand my storm of violence. Leave me now!” Slowly the wind abated and soft laughter nagged at his ears. He batted at the air as though trying to swipe a nagging winged
displays great courage by going and facing a much more seasoned knight such as he. "Sir
Before entering the battle, Theoden becomes preoccupied with the rays of sunlight breaking through Sauron’s clouds. Gazing at this particular view initiated Theoden to strike hope into his soldiers as he claimed, “A sword day...a red day...ere the sun rises!”, Within that statement, parallelism is utilized to enhance his powerful tone as he proclaims the significance of this battle and how this day was especially important in ensuring the safety of the human race against Sauron and his army. This vigorous tone is also demonstrated through the development of alliteration, especially when Theoden states, “Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered!” Theoden’s dynamic tone is amplified within this particular statement as it exemplifies how his soldiers will inflict damage to the enemy while they battle. The phrase in itself works to initiate motivation and dignity within the soldiers, thus allowing them to defend the last hope for human life. The dynamic tone, supported by parallelism and alliteration, was thoroughly instilled within this brief speech in order to invigorate optimism towards the
“My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!”
does not save by sword and spear; for the battle is the Lord's and he will give
Before going into battle, he tells his men about the royal house and his exploits in its service. Beowulf states, “I am old now,/ But I will Fight again, seek fame still,/ If the dragon hiding in his tower dares/ To face me” (lines 625-628). Beowulf is giving his followers a final goodbye as he goes into battle. He is also letting he’s followers know he is an old man and it will not be easy. Beowulf then enters a hidden entrance, too hot for anyone to stand, a streaming current of fire and smoke has blocked the passage. The beast then awakes knowing that a man has come. In the story it states, “Beowulf/ Swung his shield into place, held it / In front of him, facing the entrance”(lines 670-672). Beowulf and his ancient sword are waiting, ready for battle. The monster then comes quickly towards him, shooting out fire, rapping around Beowulf’s body as he suffers. An author, Laurence Mazzeno, writes,” In his later years, after becoming king in his homeland, Beowulf loses his life in a fight with a dragon that is guarding a hoard of treasure and terrorizing the Geats.”
For his life to be robbed so cruelly for no reason, is more woeful than the loss of any battle. A coward I felt, absconding/taking my leave from the battle, while my father was being struck down. But acquiescent/duty bound was I, abiding to his pleads to Banquo was an esteemed, father I shared an unbreakable bond with. My hero who sacrificed his life with all his skill and prowess. He taught me to not fear death, but to fear the unlived life. My father has been such a supportive protector, who bestowed a legacy of justice and honour onto I, whilst the angels played trumpets at heavens gates against the injustice of his quell. My father’s soul may have but his legacy will remain in our hearts
The wind was stronger and the breeze whipped Leonna’s hair around her face. The noise of the breeze around her ears sounded almost like…..whispers of words, in a language long
"...and he chose what the world considers weak in order to shame the powerful. He chose what the world looks down on and despises and thinks is nothing... that no one can boast in God's presence." - 1 Corinthians 1:27-29 (GNT)
Beowulf consistently displays extreme confidence throughout the poem. As the story progress, Beowulf’s confidence remains the same. When anticipating his battle with the dragon, Beowulf evaluates himself, “I have never known fear, as a youth I fought in endless battles. I am old, now, but I will fight again, seek fame still, if the dragon hiding in his tower dares to face me” (606-610). While evaluating the possible outcomes of the battle, the King reassures his people, “no one else could do what I mean to , here, no man but me could hope to defeat this monster. No one could try. And the dragon’s treasure, his gold and everything hidden in that tower, will be mine or war will sweep me to a bitter death” (624-632). His determination and confidence are made
"....I feel no shame, with shield and sword and armor, against this monster: when he comes to me I mean to stand, not to run from his shooting flames, stand till fate decides which one of us wins. My heart is firm, my hands calm: I need no hot words. Wait for me close by, my friends. We shall see, soon, who will survive this bloody battle, stand when the fighting is done. No one else could do what I mean to, here, no man but me could hope to defeat this monster. No one could try..."
The Beast woke from its own slumber, with rage and fire in its heart. He wanted to see beowulf and his kingdom burn to the ground. Every inch of him from his sleek shiny scales to his sharp backbone was filled with
Beowulf is a very brave hero, he has fought and killed many creatures before, but this battle was different. He knew this battle was of great importance to everyone, and that made him that much more nervous. This creature was fierce and had been tormenting their village for as long as they could remember, so her death would be a huge victory for Beowulf and it would be an even bigger relief for the villagers. All of the people in the village were cheering for Beowulf as he walked away headed off to the greatest battle of his life.
The howl of a Wolf ripped through the air, and he paled. Feeling as the swift, cold twinge of fear, hasten the speed of his legs.
This courteous offer of help is so noble of Beowulf, and it truly exhibits the characteristics of what a true warrior should be.
Eventually he remembered his name: he was Sacrum. He stopped his weeping and gnashing and stood up into one of the most ferocious winds he could have ever imagined. Steadying himself as best he could, he looked around at the bleak, grey world of death. He remembered being dead before, and knew that it was always worst upon the waking, not knowing anything but the black truth of fulfilled mortality.