Johns glimpsed the little girl’s eyes rolling upward just before Riddick’s ankle chain grabbed his neck and yanked hard, nearly pulling his head off.
	Riddick twisted and squeezed, as Johns scratched vainly at the heavy chain. Feverishly, Johns pawed for his baton and flicked it open. As the weighted blackjack sprang out, Johns swung blindly over and over again. The baton smacked Riddick’s thighs and groin, but the goggled killer clung to a ceiling support and rode out the blows, pulling tighter at the metal noose around johns’ neck. Skull booming, Johns felt himself swimming into blackness. Gathering his strength, Johns grabbed Riddick’s ankles and strained forward. One step, then two… and suddenly Riddick’s grip broke, heaving both men forward.
-Pitch Black (page 15)