Dorny had to do a double take before he realized Derek was talking to him. What's more, he had to pause for a moment before he realized who he was. Much like himself, Derek looked like he was put through the ringer just as hard as he was. But Derek had an advantage: he was younger and would recover quicker. Dorny would spend the next day moving slower before getting full back on his feet.
"Fitty-five years, and those facker's still haven't brought me down," Dorny offered with a broken smile. Even if they were both beat up, at least they were on the standing side of the fight. "Finney needed to learn that when you keep talking shit, you get a one way ticket to the hospital,
"You look like you've seen better days too, mate," he offered, eyeing the bruises adorning his friend's body.