"Not like you used to be!" Dom sounded cheerful as hell, possibly one of the most annoying things about him. Once the scent of blood hit the water, his mood always hit the stratosphere; put conflict out there and no way Attrition Warfare could be anything other than delighted.
He took his brother's shove full-on -- Karl was one of the few things which could knock Dom down if not actually out, but it was no great surprise when he rolled right back up to his feet. Long and lanky, Dom was all sinuous movement. He moved constantly, darting around Karl's larger figure like the world's biggest wasp.
There were other things he could have said: What about active service? Don't you get tired of working behind a desk? Words had the habit of becoming incidental around the warmongers, however, so he didn't bother. Instead Dom continued his little dance. And then, moving on ball bearing joints, he shrugged his shoulder and let loose with a straight-armed jab right at his brother's chin.