Dex leaned back against the tiled pool wall. His breathing was fast, deep and heavy. He kept blinking trying to get the stars out of his eyes. He had got caught cleanly on his chin and jaw. The sharp raw pain had dulled quickly, but he was sure his jaw had been broken by that blow. He was sure that whatever his handlers had turned on in him was trying to heal it. He was also sure his opponent had pulled his punch. Deep down that terrified him, but the hormone cocktail flowing through his bloodstream fraught to keep that fear back. He watched as Billy stood in front of him, watching and waiting. Dex swore that those eyes were glowing brighter.
"This all you got?" Billy asked. "They fixed you up and pumped you up and this is all you've got?" Dex's face must have shown the surprise that Billy knew exactly what was going on inside him. "Yeah Fucker, I know they are pushing all kind of little buttons inside of their "super soldier". Billy's eye's seem to sparkle almost and he took a deep breath. "I can fucking smell it. You sticking with it. That and fear, no matter what they do, they cannot fucking cover that stink up."
Billy step right up in front of him, and although he was looking Dex in the eye, he seem to be speaking to someone else. "Your bitch here's got one more chance to get it right." Billy lifted his hands, thumped his chest and said "Get it right or I am gonna take my time and break your toy soldier".