"What, you mean the vampire?" came the deep, baritone reply. Rising to his feet, goggles still clasped in one hand which hung at his side, he rolled his shoulders and watched the waves lap against a sand castle, destroying the structure one grain at a time. "He was probably just pissed I took out a few of his buddies a couple blocks over." Truthfully, Riddick had never even heard of vampires before coming here. But he was a fast learner and, considering they currently held the highest population in the demon community, it stood to reason he'd already tangled with more than a few. To hear him say it, though, it sounded as though he'd been fighting the creatures most of his life.
At long last he turned toward his would-be savior, lips curled into a slight smirk as his silvery gaze drank her in, his eyes seeming to practically glow in the moonlight. She was a pretty little thing, he'd give her that. One hell of a fighter, too, from the sounds of it. A pity he hadn't been bothered to turn and really pay attention to the scuffle. He might have enjoyed the show.