[The shouting only makes it all that much worse, angry waves of foreign yelling, cries of desperation, taunts and who knows what else. Riddick's got that one side... entirely taken care of, and Fred paces the other, slamming the hilt of his sword down upon the fingers of the first hanger-on, and then whapping the flat of the blade down on their head, hard. It's enough to dislodge them and as he turns, raising the weapon again, a few more rethink whether or not he's willing to run people through or no.]
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