Kong vs Log

Driscoll saw that the fallen tree had not been placed there by Kong or anything else. It had simply collapsed in some storm or earthquake, and now its huge bole, easily one hundred feet from root to crown, spanned the ravine. They were on the root side, and it would be easy enough to scale the roots, get to the moss-covered top of the trunk, and walk across—
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Kong noticed their reaction and stepped back. Reaching down, he seized his own end of the log and knotted his muscles as he gave it an experimental shake. Years of vines had grown over the log, and they broke, one after the other, with loud snaps. The men cried out in terror, clinging to the bark, to each other. With a fierce rumble, Kong slowly pried the log from its web of growth. The triceratops, perhaps fearing that Kong would throw the log at it, backed away, rumbling.
Kong heard one of the men shouting—from directly below him. He couldn’t see the one who had swung into a fissure of the ravine wall, but he sensed that the shouts  were a desperate attempt at a diversion.
Ignoring the cries, ignoring even the belligerent defiance of the triceratops, Kong curved both of his forearms under the log and strained upward with it. As soon as it tore free in an explosion of snapping vines and flying debris, he jerked it violently from side to side.
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Driscoll’s shouts, even the rocks he had hurled, had no effect. As Kong pried the log bridge free, Driscoll had to press himself back. Stone and soil rained down on him, and he thought the roof of the fissure he was in threatened to collapse under Kong’s immense weight. He could only stare helplessly at the fate of his shipmates on the bridge.
As Kong rocked the log, two of the men lost their holds. One grasped madly at the face of a prone comrade and left bloody finger marks before he plummeted, tumbling into the stagnant silt at the bottom of the crevasse. He had no more than struck when the lizard flashed forward and seized him. Driscoll watched, hoped that the complete lack of movement meant that death had come immediately on impact.
The second man did not die from the fall. He was not even unconscious. He landed feetfirst and sank immediately to his waist in the mud. He thrashed and screamed horribly as three of the great spiders swarmed over him. Driscoll had to look away from the slaughter.
On the far edge of the ravine, the triceratops stamped the ground and retreated, snorting and grunting. Driscoll realized that Kong’s rage, and his possession of a heavy projectile, had made the dinosaur think twice. With a last angry huff, it gingerly reared and wheeled around before lumbering away, vanishing beyond the trees.
The men closest to the root end of the log bridge scrambled, trying to leap to safety, but Kong now shook the log, and they went sprawling. Another man fell and became prey to one of the loathsome spiders. Another jerk and other crewmen followed. By now Driscoll could see twenty or more spiders, boiling out of their dark hiding places at the base of the opposite cliff, eager for blood.
Only one man remained on the log, hanging on with fanatical strength. Driscoll shouted vainly from beneath. Across the ravine, Denham hurled rocks at Kong, but they did no more damage than pebbles. Kong was not to be distracted. He wrenched the log again but could not shake the lone survivor loose. The clinging man shrieked.
The log moved even higher, and Driscoll realized what was about to happen. Kong swung the bridge sideways and dropped it. For a heart-stopping moment, the end caught on the very edge of the ravine. Then it slipped, and the  screaming man, the log, everything, smashed down on the feasting spiders below.


Excerpt From
Merian C. Cooper's King Kong, Chapter 14