Snippet #1923170

Shizuma looks at Riddick with frustration. She wished she could see where he was looking. The goggles that were practically glued to his face were taking away her ability to see the direction of his eyes. She couldn't help the feeling that his eyes were on her, not necessarily her face, but on her. She could feel the thickness of tension in the air around them, making her a bit nervous.

There was a rustling sound coming from behind her, making Shizuma move swiftly. As she turned, she took a knife from her belt and launched it at the source of the disturbance. To her surprise, the sound had been made by a squirrel jumping from tree to tree. Shizuma had nailed it in the neck, making it fall to the ground squirming. Shizuma quickly approached the dying animal, speaking a few words to it in a foreign tongue before ending its suffering. She took her knife out of the animal and put it back onto her belt. She fastened to creature to the cord holding her other catches. She had almost forgotten about the stranger behind her, her guard being down for the moment as she had her back to him.