attacks a sailor

Kong rammed the gates again with such force that the left door flew open, almost torn from its hinges. Kong stood in the gap for a moment, eyes glaring in the torchlight. Now nothing stood between the king and his subjects.
The sailors in the cleared space fell back, raising their weapons.
“Nobody fire!” Denham shouted. “Let him through!”
The islanders came spilling out of their huts, wailing, shrieking. Driscoll glimpsed the old woman, stalking forward, holding a torch that smoldered with a curious green flame, chanting something. He grabbed her by the waist and swung her out of harm’s way. “This way, grandma!” he shouted, pushing her toward Ann. She turned a fierce face toward him, and with a start, he realized that she was not as decrepit as he had thought, but still vigorous, still strong. He had knocked the torch from her hands. She tried to reach for it, but someone kicked it aside as the sailors grabbed her and pulled her back.
Kong’s lunge came so suddenly that no one could react. He seized a sailor, lifted him high, and dashed him to death. The crewmen fell back as Denham, holding two bombs, fairly danced in a frustrated effort to find a vantage point.


Merian C. Cooper's King Kong Chapter 19