[He doesn't growl. He thinks about it, though. He's not an animal, he's - not altogether a man, either. His hands flex around the knives, and he sees himself launching over the railing, down onto Riddick. Driving one knife through the fleshy part of his collar, using the other to cut out his tongue.]
You are in my way.
[Take or leave. He tastes blood on his tongue, and his adrenaline pumps.]
no subject
You are in my way.
[Take or leave. He tastes blood on his tongue, and his adrenaline pumps.]