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The sound of a crash was unmistakable, really. Even the soft fleshy sort. Riddick pried an eye open, then the other, and made his way rather casually out of the tree he'd been napping in. He lifted his head to scent the air and sauntered his way toward where the sound had come from... as well as the scent of fear and pain. Yeah, he recognized those too.

One ear went up when he exited the trees and saw Raven laying there. Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite put it together balled up on the ground as she was. "You know, if you can get up you probably should. Laying around smelling like terrified prey might give the local predators the wrong impression."

Now that he got a good look at her he realized why she seemed familiar. "I try not to stir up trouble if it doesn't come looking for me," he drawled. Then he shrugged. "Besides, Alcyone would probably tear my head off if I tried it, hm?" If she really was one of the sisters she'd know what he was talking about.

He stepped right up to her, tilting his goggled head to peer eye to eye with her. Well, eye to goggle. "Sounds like you're getting tired of playing that part." He tilted his head and then sat down. "Are you gonna do anything about it?"

Riddick just watched her for a few moments before canting his head in the other direction. "So you'll just run? Forever? Doesn't sound like much of a life." He looked down at the claws she was digging ever so frustratedly into the ground. "I could be wrong but you seem kind of... angry, and not just afraid." He stood up and stretched. "I'll give you a suggestion, if you'd like."

"Deciding not to be the victim... now there's a place to start." He eyed Raven critically for a few moments before grunting thoughtfully. "I could show you a few things. Basic sort of stuff. Can't help with showing you how to use the wings in a fight, but you could probably ask your mother about that one." He shrugged.

He sat back on his haunches and hooked the toes into his goggles to lift them up and place them on his forehead, blinking his mirror-like eyes a bit at even the dimmed light beneath the trees. "Well... since you asked." He held out a paw for a handshake in a rather bemused manner. "Richard B. Riddick. Riddick to... everyone." He grinned slightly. "And so you know, before I got here I wasn't the sort of person people wanted to run into. Well... the mercs thought they did. Never really turned out well for them."

Interesting kid, he decided. Had more potential than he'd originally surmised. She certainly seemed serious in her intent, as well. Guess he'd just have to see what happened.

"I can tell you a few things, but as for actually learning to fight... that'll take work. A lot of it. I won't be pretty, it won't be pleasant, and it'll probably hurt some. Not as much as those," he motioned at the scars, "but bruises don't tickle."

Riddick stood and surveyed his impromptu student. "First I guess we figure out what you've got to work with. Claws, teeth, wings, those are pretty obvious. And really, don't overlook the wings, sweetheart. They may or may not be as delicate as they look but I saw a vid of a swan breaking a grown man's leg with a solid strike from a wing. But let's see..."

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then suddenly lashed out with a paw toward her face, stopping short of hitting her. He wanted to see how she reacted and how quickly she did it.

"You sure as hell have some good reflexes there, sweetheart," he drawled. "Need to work on the fear. A little bit is healthy, a lot of it will get you killed." He put his paw down and peered at her. "Maybe you'll be able to control it after you start learning more." He put a paw under one of her shoulders and heaved her upright. "Only way to find out is to do."

Riddick tapped her nose then, gently, to get her full attention, and then tapped her collar bone before shifting his head back and tapping his own so she could see exactly where it was. "Collarbone. One of the easiest in the body to break, and if you do, your opponent is pretty much screwed. Can't move your shoulder, or your neck, or twist your back... pretty much can't even breath without excruciating pain. Won't kill 'em, but it's guaranteed to take 'em out." She didn't seem the killer type. Maybe she'd prove him wrong and he'd tell her some more... potent targets. Alcy didn't seem to keen on killing, so he wasn't going to push in that direction with one of her sisters unless asked. He respected Alcy too much to do otherwise. He also enjoyed not having his bones pulverized by her super-strength.

He sat back. "Getting a shot in on it is the hard part, it's generally pretty well protected. You want a shot at it, you distract 'em by going for the eyes first. It's instinct to block or shift back to avoid damage to the eyes, so odds are they'll give you an opening. And if you manage to get a hit in on or above the eye you've pretty much blinded them, at least temporarily. Head wounds bleed a lot, and blood is hard to see through."

He slipped his goggles back in front of his eyes. "Don't strike flat-footed though. Use the edge of your paw. More force, smaller area, more likely to snap it." He grinned. "There you go, you have weapons, and a good target. Focus on that next time your mind starts drifting."

He stood again and started walking, motioning with his head and shoulders for her to follow. "We're going to some more open ground. We'll practice a bit more dodging for you for a bit, without all those lovely branches and roots for you trip and break something over."

Riddick walked on, heading for a particular grassy clearing he and Alcy had all but stomped flat with their sparring... however infrequent those matches had grown since she started seeming so distracted with whatever it was she was into now. She was a big girl though, she could take care of herself. She'd better, anyway.

"Anger helps overcome the fear sometimes. Too much anger makes you sloppy though, you don't think straight, you screw up, and you get yourself hurt." He paused at the edge of the clearing. "The best thing to do? Remember it. Just keep in mind that now, that's all it is. A memory. You study it, and you use the fear, the anger, the pain, and make it yours. Make it your tool to push yourself toward being stronger in the future, instead of letting it use you." He stepped out into the open then and stopped about ten feet out. "It'll take time, but you have to. You've already figured out you can't just escape it."

Riddick looked around and after a moment seemed satisfied and turned to her. "Forget about that for now, though. Working on that is... homework. Right now what I want you to do is attack me. Simple enough?"