"Apologize to my father," Jason said. The timid, insecure boy who had moved to California was gone. In his eyes was the fierce, unyielding fire of the Jeet Kune Do master.
He turned and walked through the stunned crowd, RJ eagerly following in his wake. As he stepped out into the cool night air, Jason looked up at the stars and smiled. He knew the fight with the syndicate wasn't over, but tonight, he had proven to himself that with no retreat and no surrender, he could face anything. No Retreat No Surrender - Fight at Party
Tom laughed, a barking, ugly sound. He threw a sudden, blindingly fast roundhouse kick aimed straight at Jason’s head. The crowd shrieked. "Apologize to my father," Jason said
The humid California night pressed against the windows of the Sherman Oaks mansion, but inside, the air was electric with teenage rebellion and cheap beer. It was supposed to be a standard high school rager, but for Jason Stillwell, it was the arena where his worlds were about to collide. He turned and walked through the stunned crowd,
Crack. A backfist caught Tom on the bridge of the nose. Thud. A side kick to the solar plexus sent Tom crashing backward into a pyramid of red plastic cups.
The circle gasped. RJ stepped forward, but Jason put out a hand to stop him. This was his fight.