Stomps slasher

Below, a brown-and-gold slasher had been sneaking up behind the bronze man. But taloned feet are not designed for perfect quiet. A fallen branch snapped like a dry bone underfoot.
Kong—for there was no doubt that this colossal monster was he—calmly lifted a foot and brought it down on the bizarre feathered thing with distressing finality.
The slasher became as flat as a flapjack against the ground. No outcry escaped its vomiting mouth.


Doc Savage: Skull Island, Chapter 36