"Let's act like civilized men here."

Johnny's fists clenched by his sides. He glared at his old Sensei, who stood smoking his cigar at the edge of the sidewalk. "You stole my dojo."

Kreese rolled his shoulder. "It's business. Not one of your strong suits, really."

"I'm just here to tell you, I'm getting it back," declared Johnny. "And my students, too."

Kreese blew smoke, then smiled. "They're my students now."

"If you…." Johnny paused. His fists clenched tighter. "If you hurt any of them, you're gonna be the one who's hurting next."

Kreese chuckled. "Don't be so dramatic, Johnny."