Riddick gave a tsking sound at Faith's statement. He liked the way she stood. There was purpose in her stance alongside a healthy dose of confidence. Both of those were good for keeping alive in a fight with him. It'd been a long time since Riddick had accidentally killed an opponent, but he knew better than to count out anything. Accidents could happen to anyone. He wasn't nothing close to perfect as a fighter. He was the perfect predator though.
The universe had yet to come up with prey Riddick couldn't find a way to hunt. "You really shoulda chose your words better. Rest of that saying is 'Hope to die.' Not a very good way to start a match."
Surprise helped in all Riddick's fights. He was a big guy, but he moved fast. Riddick could ghost a man before he saw him moving and that wasn't even the start of his advantages in a fight. His senses were heightened enough to tell him if someone was anticipating movement, which direction they were leaning, if their heart rate was accelerating, if they were bleeding, how much they were hurt, and on and on. He honestly got tired of easy fights. Lucky for him, Madison Valley had rounded up plenty of people closer to his level.
Big men usually went in high. Tackles worked great against a smaller, lighter opponent. Riddick sank into a low crouch and pushed himself forward toward Faith's knees, using his thick thighs to move him at an inhuman speed in an attempt to take her legs out from under her. If he could put her on her back, he could pin her, see if she wanted to tap out fast. If he couldn't take her down, he'd at least be set up for another roll at her while being less of a target as he was lower to the ground.