Throwing rocks

As the other two neared, Kong roared again, bent, and lifted a huge chunk of solid asphalt. His muscles bunched as he raised it clean over his head and hurled it at the two challengers.
As the mass struck and shattered, Denham whistled. “No beast can be that strong! That must have weighed almost half a ton. Look, there goes another!”
Kong had thrown another missile, and this one, though smaller, struck home, smashing off a horn. The hurt creature staggered and Kong redoubled his attack. The second attacking triceratops backed off from Kong’s projectiles, swinging grudgingly off to the flank, heading at a diagonal toward the men on the crest. Beyond it, the injured triceratops shook its head, bellowing as it tried to back away. Kong threw another accurate missile, striking it hard on the head. The creature reared onto its hind legs and fell on its side. Kong bellowed in triumph and beat his breast. The jungle reverberated with his roars.
The wounded triceratops tried to heave itself back up. Both of its brow horns had been broken, and now as the dinosaur painfully got to its feet to face the advancing Kong, it lowered its bleeding head. Only the short horn on its snout remained undamaged, and the creature snorted loudly as it braced to meet the attack.
But Kong had pried up another mass of hardened asphalt, the largest one yet, and he crashed his weapon onto his foe with such force that the triceratops fell to its knees as if poleaxed. Somehow, desperately, it managed to rise to meet Kong’s onslaught. Without hesitation Kong grabbed its massive skull. For a moment the two brutes stood, straining and frozen, as the ceratopsian fought with its last ounce of energy to resist Kong’s hold.


Merian C. Cooper's King Kong, Chapter 13