Beowulf

Hey, why I always gotta get the broken ones?

Try the trigger.

Father, I'm fighting this time.

- Father! - Go back in your room, Kyra.

Get back in your room!

Go inside, please.

I can't see it.

Fight me, butcher!

Not you.

Aaah!

No more!

Bring her to the scaffold.

Kill her!

Someone help!

No!

No!

Help me!

No!

Quickly now. Somebody help!

You must die.

Please stop!

Kill her!

Maker of all that is pure and good,

we release this girl from the evil that possesses her.

- Kill the beast! - You don't understand.

Kill the beast! Kill the beast!

Kill the beast! Kill the beast!

Kill the beast! Kill the beast!

Kill the beast! Kill the beast!

Kill the beast! Kill the beast!

Cut her loose.

She's from the outpost.

The place is infested with evil.

No one gets away from there and lives.

I said cut her loose.

This conversation is over. Now move on.

No!

- Uhh! - Come on!

Let's get him!

- Go. - Hyah!

Hyah!

Yaaah!

Haaah!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

No! No!

Come on. Come on! Haah!

Enough. Enough!

Yaah!

Just kidding.

Take her and go.

Thank you, but I'm not going that way.

You're a dead man already.

Let's go.

So many are dead.

I don't want to die.

It comes and kills.

It's killing everybody. It's gonna kill you.

Why did you run?

It's there.

- It's in there. - "It"? What is "it"?

Every night. It comes out every night.

Every night, it's killing everyone.

- What's up? - It's Pendra. She's alive.

Yeah, but who is that with her?

And how the hell did they get through?

If they let him and her through, well, may be it's over.

Oh, no.

How many people left inside?

How many--

No!

Yah!

- Well, there's your answer, kid. - She should've stayed.

At least for her it's over.

Who are you And what do you want?

I'm Beowulf, and I need some food and rest.

He's one of them.

How else could he have gotten through?

Go on back to your friends.

- I'm not one of them. - And you're not one of us.

No, but by the looks of things,

you would think an additional sword would be welcome.

If he's good enough to get through the siege scum,

the border lord should talk to him.

We can always kill him later.

It's for Hrothgarto decide.

You may enter, with no guarantee of safe passage.

I'll take the chance.

Gates closed.

Gates secured.

Follow me.

Beowulf. I've heard that name before.

- What'd you hear? - Stories only idiots would believe.

Only an idiot would come to this damn place.

Unless he was already damned.

A mercenary.

It's not something we've come to expect around here.

How did you get through the siege lines?

On my horse.

You just asked them nicely?

Something like that.

You think that we've got buried gold here?

Or are you just a lover Of drafty, old outposts?

Neither.

Then what brings you?

The darkness.

You know about...

our problem?

And what?

You're offering to help?

Yes.

No sane man would come here to face this thing.

- I have no choice. - You make it sound personal.

Border Lord, we don't know anything about this man. Send him back.

Roland, we have less than 40 men left.

And, as you noted, night comes quickly.

Give him Nivri's room.

Will!

Nivri's room.

He's dangerous.

Definitely.

Until now, at least, we could trust our guys on the inside.

He's not from the siege lines.

No man who's been sitting out there...

night after night, knowing what's happening here,

would willingly come to this place.

There's something else.

He may have been sent by Nivri's family.

Revenge for your son-in-law's death.

They lost their only son.

If they believe his death was no accident,

they would want retaliation.

Who ever he is, let's see How he feels in the morning.

He'll either be out of here or getting a look at our crematorium.

Either way,

problem solved.

And the weapons master, that's my uncle.

That's why I am the assistant weapons master.

Not because I'm any good at it.

Once I get outta here, I'm heading east towards the water.

- You think you'll get out? - You see that girl Pendra?

She and I were supposed to go together,

and as you can see, things didn't work out so good.

So I'm still here. Why, do you think we'll get out?

Probably not.

Well, this is it.

Who is Nivri?

Nivri was the border lord's son-in-law. He was married to Kyra.

- "Was"? - Yeah. Killed.

What's this?

I wouldn't touch that. The beast got him?

Oh, no, no. Before the beast.

Assistant weapons master?

Yeah. Ironic, huh?

How did he die?

Well, he--

A guest.

How unlikely.

My husband used to come here when he drank.

I haven't been here since he died.

My condolences.

I know the reason you're here.

His family sentyou, didn't they?

Nobody sent me.

What do they want from us?

Titles? His share of the land?

Will that satisfy them?

I'm not who you think I am.

His death was an accident.

At weapons practice with Roland.

Weapons practice can be so dangerous.

You claim to be here to fight our beast.

It's not a claim. It's the truth.

Well, it can't be killed.

Not by my father, or Roland,

or any man.

I'm not like other men.

That... you will have to prove.

What's going to happen when the beast comes?

Doesn't matter if you're tired.

You can sleep when you're dead.

Get up! Come on, it's a practice!

Surround me. Come on, surround me! Come on! Boo!

My goodness.

Come on!

Why does he keep driving 'em on when they're too tired to stand up?

- Move! - He's a machine.

Suppose there's no point in telling Roland they'll be dead tomorrow.

You attack me. You understand? You attack me!

And always remember:

It's not about weapons. In here it counts.

It's not over yet. Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Attack me.

Come on.

Now you, take my sword.

Aaah!

Fight well...

or die badly.

Sir.