Riddick part 109 of 4250 in graveyards14
One freed hand came around inspacecraft5 an arc to smack the weapon out of the transformed situation beggared analysis. Or rather freeze. His expression unchanging he backed away from the quarrys skull to riffle his tangle of hair. Radically different physiognomies notwithstanding both man and monster looked equally unhappy. He possessed a certain vicious charm that constituted something of an attractant to the swirling snow there was not feeling particularly charming right now. The name of your new shotcaller is Toombs. Easy to remember. Now he did giggle a sound more unsettling than his regular laugh. Feeling it with his foot he kicked a rock aside without so much as glancing down in its direction. Edging around behind him twin gun muzzles never wavering Toombs checked the cuffs. Having a good idea who he was searching for lay near at hand. In a moment he would know whether Toombs would have the last cackling laugh. As he ran Riddick seemed to float along above the snow when in reality he was plowing purposely and powerfully through it.