[The blow jars him, but he doesn't stop: instead, Hannibal rolls, taking what is left of his momentum and spinning to the side. His shiv snakes out as he does. They are his claws, they will rip for him.
Clear headed, Hannibal knows that in the face of brute strength, you need a balance: agility, strength, cleverness. He is not clearheaded, but the whisper of real thoughts still echo in his head. He kicks out at Riddick's kneecap, stabbing with the butter knife at one of those biceps.]
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Clear headed, Hannibal knows that in the face of brute strength, you need a balance: agility, strength, cleverness. He is not clearheaded, but the whisper of real thoughts still echo in his head. He kicks out at Riddick's kneecap, stabbing with the butter knife at one of those biceps.]