Clashes witn Gaw

“Kong!” Ishara gasped, staring with wide eyes. The last of the kongs advanced like an avalanche towards Gaw. No longer a juvenile, he was a muscular, ferocious giant, twenty-five feet tall. The two deathrunners from the pit scrambled up and charged, but Kong flung them aside like rag dolls not even worthy of his attention. Gaw braced as Kong hurtled into her at tremendous speed, fists and teeth doing damage. Ishara felt the earth itself tremble, and the saurian staggered under Kong’s blows. She lashed her tail, hammering her foe hard, but Kong seized the brute and struggled with her, reeling on the edge of the drop.
“Kong is winning!” Kublai said.
The smashing blows crunched bone. Gaw, stunned, lowered her head, snapped. Kong was too quick. He seized a length of bone, a rib from the long-dead triceratops, and used it as a club, as a spear. With bones broken and a half-dozen wounds spurting blood, Gaw reeled, fell, and instantly the Kong was beside her and was about to strike at the juncture of spine and skull when the last four deathrunners attacked Kong’s head and neck all at once.


Kong: King of Skull Island, Chapter 13