moves through thick trees

But the bronze man was already clawing through the trees, hampered by his hide poncho and the loss of confidence occasioned by the failure of his weapons and the unexpected arrival of the towering simian, Kong.
Behind him, a bough cracked as a wrist as wide as a railroad tie forced it aside.
Precariously perched, Doc rolled and dropped to a lower branch. Thick black fingers grasped and groped.
Looking up, Doc spied the eyes of Kong questing about over impatiently flaring nostrils, his nearly-neckless head swiveling menacingly. Excited grunts spilled from his thick, mobile lips. Again, it struck him with the force of a blow to the solar plexus that the orbs of the great brute were uncannily like the eyes of the family from which he was descended. They lacked the golden flakes of his own, but their resemblance to those of his grandfather, Stormalong Savage, made Doc think he was hallucinating, or in some fevered nightmare.
But this was no dream. Kong now sought him. The ape reached out, began separating boughs, impatiently breaking off limbs as thick around as oak boles.
Doc scrambled deeper into the interlacing trees. He found vines, yanked one loose with a mighty surge and attempted to fashion a lariat from it. But Kong would not be denied. He pushed his unstoppable bulk inward. His narrow hips collided with a palm. It splintered, toppled.
Another got in his way. Reaching down, the growling monster took it firmly in both hands and began twisting and wrenching, grunting with effort at every turn.With a cracking sound, the palm was pulled up by its clumpy roots and Doc Savage clearly understood what had happened to the proud masts of the clipper ship, Courser.
Kong pushed in. His shoulders shrugged aside entire leafy crowns, which groaned loudly, then broke with a mad splintering.
Attempting to fling off his cumbersome Triceratops poncho, Doc was momentarily still. That was enough. Two blunt fingers pinched the poncho, tugged at it.


Doc Savage: Skull Island, Chapter 36