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Gaw, whatever it was, seemed to sink down to the earth. Then, surprisingly far ahead of where it had vanished, there it was again, stealthy and fast. Ishara found she had been holding her breath. And just as she let it out, the female kong roared in defiance and charged!
The impact of massive bodies sent a tremor through the crumbling walls of the old outpost. Ishara grabbed Kublai’s arm, felt its muscles corded and tense. Out in the green maze, branches snapped and thrashed, leaves spun in dizzy whirlwinds. Snarls and growls accompanied the thuds of blows given and received. And then a terribly human-sounding death cry, almost like human words. The sound died bubbling in her throat, and the female kong pitched from a thicket, falling on her back. Her fur was soaked with dark blood, her throat torn open. She stirred feebly and lay still, half in and half out of the thicket, arm extended, reaching toward something unseen—


Kong: King of Skull Island, Chapter 8