Kong vs gas bombs

“Hey, Kong!” Denham yelled. The heavy head swung around, the eyes burning with fury. Kong’s lips writhed away from his teeth as he turned to lunge for them.
Driscoll saw Denham draw back his arm and yelled, “Cover your faces! Down, everybody!”
Denham threw his first bomb.
It landed almost at Kong’s feet. A billow of choking vapor burst from it, washed over the great dark form of Kong. The moonlight silvered the smoke. Kong roared and burst from the fog like a nightmare.
Denham danced back and hurled the second bomb. The bomb struck a few feet in front of the lumbering Kong, billowed out its gas, and Kong’s impetus took him into the spreading cloud. His deep roar broke into a spasmodic cough, and Kong staggered through the smoke, unsteady on his feet.
“What did I tell you?” Denham exulted. “Got another one, Jack? Toss it to me!”
Driscoll handed it over and stared unbelieving. Kong swayed, wiping his streaming eyes. Denham walked to within mere feet of him and threw the bomb, then ran back to escape the fumes.
The missile struck Kong on the chest, burst open, and the liquid inside soaked Kong, fuming into streamers of gas that he could not escape. Kong feebly growled, struggled on for a step, two, swayed, and then crashed to the earth with a sound like a stout tree falling.


Excerpt From
Merian C. Cooper's King Kong, Chapter 19