Kong let out a thunderous roar that shook the trees. He pounded his chest, defiantly marking his ground. The hyenas lunged first, leaping at him from all sides. Kong caught one mid-air, crushing it in his hand before slamming it into the earth. But the others were fast, biting at his legs, distracting him for the scorpion’s deadly tail to strike.
The stinger whipped toward him with terrifying speed, slicing through the air. Kong barely dodged, the venomous tip grazing his shoulder, leaving a deep, burning cut. He roared in pain, but rage now burned brighter than the sting. With a mighty leap, he slammed both fists into the ground, sending a shockwave that knocked the hyenas back.
The giant scorpion reared up and lunged, claws snapping. Kong grappled with it, one hand on a pincer, the other wrapped around the jagged exoskeleton. The monster hissed, lashing its tail again and again, but Kong held firm. With a primal scream, he twisted the claw back with raw force, cracking it like a branch. The scorpion screeched in agony.
The hyenas regrouped and charged again, but Kong, bloodied and roaring, grabbed a fallen tree and swung it like a club. The first row of hyenas was sent flying through the air. The rest scattered — but not for long.
Kong climbed the rocky ledge, the scorpion climbing after him with renewed fury. The two titans battled atop Skull Cliff, silhouetted against the lightning-cracked sky. The final blow came as Kong, roaring with all his strength, grabbed the scorpion’s tail mid-strike and yanked it down. With a crushing stomp and a swing of his club, he shattered its armored skull.
The island fell silent once more. The hyenas, sensing the end of their leader, fled into the jungle shadows. Kong stood tall, blood dripping from his wounds, victorious but tired. The king had defended his throne once again.
The camera pulled back, showing the scorched battlefield below and the fog closing in over Skull Island. But peace here never lasts for long.
