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Kreese gripped the small weapon tightly in his calloused hand, staring down at his old friend with complete contempt.

We swore to always protect our students, even if they hated us for it. Yet, now I find him trying to kill Mr. Lawrence in cold blood! He doesn’t deserve to be a cobra and I’ll make sure he knows it.

All three of the Senseis’ were practically frozen in place as they stared upon the supposedly imprisoned man standing before them. His muscles bulged beneath his plain black t-shirt, imposing an even larger threat to his enemies than before (which was certainly a feat considering he intensely terrified all of the other karate Senseis and students throughout the Valley). A simple stare from John Kreese could make anyone cringe in fear, just as he liked it to be.

“Are you alright?” John asked Robby, extending a hand to help the kid back to his worn feet.

He felt Robby’s hand shaking against his own, his face still nearly expressionless from the act that could have so easily taken his life mere seconds before.

“Don’t touch him,” warned Daniel, common sense finally snapping both him and Johnny back to reality.

Of course, they don’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me either, but it’s not like I’m going to give them much of a choice. 

John reluctantly stepped to the side, allowing Johnny to check over his son (though, he intentionally stepped in front of Daniel to prevent him from getting to the teenager).

“Why in hell would you do something that stupid?!” Exclaimed Johnny, pulling Robby into the tightest hug he could possibly manage.

“I wasn’t going to let you get hurt,” answered Robby, feebly as he tightly hugged his father back.

Both father and son had feared that they lost one another moments prior, without so much as a goodbye.

“That’s my job, remember?” reminded Johnny, tears now forming in both of their eyes.

Most of the time, this type of emotional scene would be a moment that would make John scoff at their weakness, but not this time.

It is good to let sympathy show, on occasion. As long as the person is worth the attention, that is.

John carelessly tossed the knife to the side as he watched Terry getting back onto his own feet, his face barely being able to hide the immense anger coursing through his every bone.

“How did you escape?” Questioned Terry, roughly brushing off his now disheveled dress coat. 

“With the help of an unlikely ally,” answered John, vaguely. 

Each syllable he spoke seemed to shake with more fury than the last.

Nothing more is necessary knowledge by any member of this party, except for me.

“You really have stooped low, Johnny. Working with LaRusso to take down the very craft you helped build from the ground up. How pathetic,” spat Terry, sharply.

“We are not working together,” corrected Daniel, bravely staring from Terry to John.

“Yeah, I have enough marks on my criminal record without adding breaking someone out of prison to the list,” added Johnny, now him and Robby standing next to Daniel.

Unfortunately, it does not seem that Mr. Lawrence has learned to keep better company while I was locked up.

“Oh, don’t worry. It wasn’t technically an illegal break-out, at least it won’t be once I’ve testified,” commented a man, tiredly as he ran up to the Senseis.

His beard was tied in the shape of a cobra’s tail and he sported a matching black tux that just barely crested over his knees due to its inadequate size.

John just placed his hand to his wrinkled temple, already regretting his decision to bring his student to the fight.

“Stingray?” Asked Johnny, his forehead creasing in surprise.

He hadn’t seen his past student since the coyote creek challenge over a year ago. Unless you count seeing his hospitalization on the news, though he really hadn’t paid much attention to be honest.

  “Yep, ole’ Stingray still has some juice left in the tank, after all,” announced Stingray, smiling widely at his old Sensei.

‘Where were you during the party?” Inquired Daniel, curiously. 

He’d mostly made the rounds across the room while watching Sam and Miguel during the party. Of course, for safety reasons, that is.

“A cobra never reveals all its spots,” replied Stingray, bowing clumsily towards Daniel who just nodded back politely at him.

The things a man will do for his freedom…

“I thought we had an agreement, Mr. Johnson?” Snapped Terry, his towering form consuming his past ally’s entire view.

“Well, we did, Sensei, until the other day when I went to visit Sensei Kreese in prison and I realized, I realized that I needed to do the right thing,” admitted Stingray, looking down at the ground solemnly.

“You set Kreese up to take the fall for you, didn’t you?” Confirmed Daniel, thoughtfully, his eyes watching his foe with caution.

Terry’s overly smug smile made John angrier by the minute, his fists clenching tightly at his sides.

“Enough with the stupid conversation, Silver. We’re taking you down once and for all,” declared Johnny, firmly.

The three once Cobra Kais stood next to one another, Robby and Stingray only mere inches behind them.

“There’s no way you can beat all of us,” stated Daniel, readying his one usable hand in a defensive position.

“Don’t you see? The fight’s already over, and I’ve won,” remarked Terry, gesturing towards the ground below them.

The ballroom was practically in shambles, nearly every ice sculpture’s delicate pieces shattered across the slick marble flooring. The large stack of birthday presents was completely destroyed, various items flowing out of their crushed mouths. Several students laid unconscious on the ground, their respective victors standing proudly around them.

John felt raw anger course through his every vein, his whole body practically shaking with fury at his old partner’s bold claim until the intense feeling became too powerful to bear. And without notice, he punched Terry square in the chest, knocking him several feet backwards.

“A fight is never over until I say it is!” Yelled John, charging forward.

Nothing, nothing felt more satisfying than the feeling of a fight, specifically one with an enemy John hated as much as Terry Silver.

He is going to pay for all the pain he’s caused me these last few months. All of it.

Terry was at an immediate disadvantage due to the sheer numbers his enemies had, but a competent fighter never gives up until their final breath leaves their body.

“Bring it on,” taunted Terry, spitting bright red blood from his mouth as he pulled back his fists. 

John charged forward, elbowing Terry straight in the face before being kneed in the stomach.

The two ex-army soldiers were evenly matched, landing blow for blow against each other’s attacks, though that only lasted for a few seconds before Terry successfully performed a double spin-kick to John’s chest, knocking him onto the ground with a loud thud!

John got back to his feet, his fist colliding with the bridge of Terry’s long noise. The two Senseis moved so quickly that to the untrained eye, they would be merely blurs rushing by. But despite John’s best efforts, Terry was able to finally punch him onto the ground, temporarily immobilizing him. 

“Who’s next?” challenged Terry, tauntingly.

Daniel ran forward, his fist hitting against Terry’s with as much force as he could possibly conjure up throughout his entire body.

“You only have one good hand, Danny Boy, remember?” Terry smirked, pushing past Daniel’s calculated block. 

He grabbed the latter’s right hand, twisting it harshly backwards until there was a distinct snapping noise before kicking him onto the ground beside Kreese.

I won’t let him win! Never again.

Johnny and Robby were next, father and son fighting alongside one another for only the second time in their lives. 

“You truly are strong competitors, but not strong enough,” stated Terry, redirecting one of Johnny’s powerful kicks into Robby’s stomach.

The teenager dropped onto the ground, trying to breath past the pain swelling up inside him.

“Robby, are you okay?” Asked Johnny as he bent down next to him, a look of concern covering his face.

“Guess it’s my turn,” announced Stingray, nervously raising his fists up high.

“Oh, this’ll be fun,” laughed Terry, sneeringly.

Stingray tried to throw a punch at his opponent’s face, though he fumbled the execution of the attack without any opposition. Terry just weaved around his blows, confidently dodging left and right.

“Told you, you wouldn’t hit me,” stated Terry, a cruel smirk of triumph covering his face.  

But to everyone’s surprise, something fiery in Stingray ignited that moment and he successfully kicked Terry in the chest so hard that it even made the Sensei stumble back.

“Wow, I actually just did that!” Exclaimed Stingray, happily pumping his fit into the air.

Though that happiness only lasted for a few seconds before Terry angrily kicked him in the side, knocking him onto the ground beside his allies.

“Okay, I think I’m just going to lay here for a while, guys, though,” moaned Stingray, rolling onto his back.

“And then, there was one,” quietly announced Terry, panting as he looked over at Johnny.

“That’s all I need,” stated Johnny, determinedly before lunging back into hand-to-hand combat with him.

The two Senseis dueled, battling for the very things they cared for most, just as any person should do.

Johnny threw punch after punch with as much force as he could, continuously gritting his teeth against the immense pain he felt in his entire body, never slowing down his momentum. But it wasn’t enough to beat the unstoppable force known as Terry Silver.

He was pulled into a tight headlock, unable to fight his enemy any longer.

“You remember this one, don’t you Johnny?” spat Terry, holding his struggling opponent even tighter.

John looked up from where he lay on the floor, watching his once star student gasping for breath. 

That familiar feeling from prison washed over John’s whole body, clouding his mind with a far off memory.

“What did you say?” Questioned a much younger Kreese, crossing his arms around one another tightly.

“I said, I did my best!” Shouted a teenage Johnny, shaking his second place trophy at his Sensei.

“You’re nothing! You lost! You’re a loser!” Yelled Kreese, furiously throwing his hands down.

“No, you’re the loser, man!” Retorted Johnny, looking up at his mentor with nothing short of contempt. 

“Oh, I’m the loser,” repeated John, ripping the trophy out of his student’s hand.

He tore the little head off the statue figure’s top, tossing the broken metal pieces into the nearby  bushes.

“You’re really sick, man,” stated Johnny, his voice ringing with complete pain towards his Sensei’s outrage.

Without any type of warning, Kreese grabbed the unsuspecting Johnny around the throat, enraged by his student’s blatant disrespect. 

No decision had he regretted in his life more than that very moment.

I’m not making that mistake again.

John charged forward, grabbing Terry by the waist and lifting him off the ground before slamming him against the ledge’s banister. 

“I always win,” stated Kreese, clearly before delivering a finishing blow to his enemy’s chest, knocking the latter clean off the second story balcony.

No one gets to hurt Mr. Lawrence, no matter who you are.

Terry’s arms flailed out helplessly before his whole body harshly crashed down through a refreshment table, knocking him unconscious beside the many students who lay injured around him.

I promised him that there would be payback for his betrayal. This is only me returning his sins in kind.