[Close, close, Hannibal snarls like a wounded animal when his jaw is bitten, but he knows the use of standing close. He is still a man, he still has his brain for tactics, even if the fog in his mind has settled on every thought.
Hannibal wrenches, twisting the shank, even as he brings the butter knife up, driving down with every intention of burying it in Riddick's muscular neck. He's strong enough to do it. He knows he has to be.]
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Hannibal wrenches, twisting the shank, even as he brings the butter knife up, driving down with every intention of burying it in Riddick's muscular neck. He's strong enough to do it. He knows he has to be.]