He was going to die. And Tex finally made it to him, in that slow pace, and lifted a hand quickly to grab his neck and push him back into the wall, pinning him there. She couldn't lift him up, as he weighed quite a bit more than she did (and about two times what any normal man did), but she could pin him there, against the stone wall.
"I spread my legs for you last, Spartan. So by my count that makes you the man I'm fucking at the moment." She tightened her grip on his throat then. "If you'd rather I start fucking other men, so you can bring it up in a later fight, by all means." She turned her head some, to call back to York, but didn't let her eyes leave Church's. "Hey, York. Wanna fuck?"
And York, who knew that she wasn't interested, but was doing this only to piss Church off, could only smile and respond: "I certainly do. Promise it'll be as good as last time?"
"Better." Came the reply, as Tex turned her head to look squarely at Church again. "River is mine." Reminded to the blue Spartan. "Mine." Repeated. "If you want to be friends with her than you'll ask me. If you want to bathe with her, you'll ask me. If you want to touch her, you'll ask me." She leaned in close to his face then, pressing her breasts up against the shirt she was wearing (his shirt), then up against his chest. "The same goes for you. You're mine. And I'll do with you as I like."
And with that? She jerked her hand and snapped his neck, then released him so his lifeless body could crumple to the floor. It made the man in the cell next door scream.