The chemical cocktail in Dex's blood stream tinted his vision red. His body just moved of it own volition. Punches, kicks and strikes. All of them landing. The sound of his flesh hitting Billy's reverberated around the room. He did even hear his own voice as he screamed and roared. It was 20 seconds in he saw billy standing there taking it all, screaming back at him. "Come on ya Punk!", "You got nothing!", "Such a pissy little bitch!" Dex Watched as Billy raised his arms up in a double bicep pose giving him free access to his ribs and mid section. "Come on!" Billy roared at him and Dex shifted his stance, shifted his weight and with a devastating pivot slammed his foot and shit into Billy's side. The thug of his powerful blow hitting Billy's flesh resounded. Billy's smirked and Dex's rage cooled. "Is that it??" Billy said with disdain and shaking his head. Dex knew he he shattered opponent ribs with that blow. Destroyed knees. Broke arms. Billy's dense musculature took it in stride. Billy lifted his left arm higher in invitation. Dex's anger now was tinged by shame and desperation. With a roar, Dex kicked again. Thwack. And again, Thwack. And again, Thwack....