Riddick started running the moment she screamed.
	He didn’t know why he simply didn’t kill her, but he had learned to trust his instincts. There was something bad back there — something extremely lethal.
	Takes one to know one, Riddick thought mirthlessly, his lungs flailing in the thin atmosphere. Doggedly, he pushed forward, weaving through the dense line of pinnacles. Thing to do is find cover and regroup, he told himself. But Riddick knew there was something back there he couldn’t handle. Not alone.
	Blazing pain dropped him to his knees.
	Riddick’s battle skills understood before his brain comprehended. He rolled as Johns’ baton whipped down and slapped the weapon aside. Then he sprang to his feet and snatched at Johns’ shotgun. Unfortunately he missed. Johns didn’t.
-Pitch Black (page 65)