The bull ape turned at the first note of this new and menacing
voice, and as he turned a new flame was added to the rage and
hatred of The Killer, for he saw that the creature before him was
none other than the king ape which had driven him away from the
great anthropoids to whom he had looked for friendship and asylum.
Dropping the body of the girl to the ground the bull turned to
battle anew for possession of his expensive prize; but this time
he looked for an easy conquest. He too recognized Korak. Had he
not chased him away from the amphitheater without even having to
lay a fang or paw upon him? With lowered head and bulging shoulders
he rushed headlong for the smooth-skinned creature who was daring
to question his right to his prey.
They met head on like two charging bulls, to go down together
tearing and striking. Korak forgot his knife. Rage and bloodlust
such as his could be satisfied only by the feel of hot flesh between
rending fangs, by the gush of new life blood against his bare skin,
for, though he did not realize it, Korak, The Killer, was fighting
for something more compelling than hate or revenge--he was a great
male fighting another male for a she of his own kind.
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