Riding shotgun in your own body gives you plenty of time to notice things.
How the walls were lined with weapons, how tall that blonde woman was, even taller than the carrot-topped rhinoceros of a man hugging her.
As an estimate, I guess about thirty students were looking at us. Well, looking at Great Tiger using my body. They didn't know I was another spectator on this Afternoon Drama.

One of the older students, a Latino in his mid-thirties, stepped in front of me.
-"Who you think you are, amigo?"

Great Tiger surveyed the room, ignoring the belligerent fool. His sight rested on the blonde who could pass by Wonder Woman.
-"Æsir."

The gal looked spooked at that, color draining from her face.
-"The Ink that crouches."

Rhino man canted his head, measuring us.
-"Martin, let Joseph handle him."

The now dubbed Martin, replied at once.
-"Hai, sensei".

From the back of the room, wooden curtains parted and a hulking figure stepped in the room. Large mustache in the manner of Hulk Hogan. He was bare-chested and tattoos of roaring tigers circled his arms. He came to the center of the room and knelt on the ground.
-"Hendricks, you referee."

Great Tiger stood his ground.
-"Where are the scrolls of lore? Where are the gardens?" He motioned with my arms across the weapon packed walls. "I don't see neither paintings of trees, nor bells nor incense. Is this where you teach The Art?"

Joseph scoffed.
-"This fool thinks we run a tea shop? We came here to fight!"

The voice of the blonde named Aesir silenced further arguments.
-"Please, Great Master. How can we appease your fury?"

Hulk Hogan's twin's brows crept up.
-"Sig, you can't be serious." He pointed at us. "This noddle is some fries short of a happy meal if he thinks he can boss us around."

Cherry top lifted a hand.
-"Jo is right. We would seem weak if we let this pass. But..." at this he looked at his companion pleading eyes "...let's observe the code."

He came towards the middle of the room, all the students scampering like toddlers, eager to see someone get a royal beatdown.

Remember, no killing.

Those terms are fuzzy on kneecaps.

Adopting a formal posture, Hendricks stared at us.
-"We are the Tiger Den Dojo. You have invaded us. State what do you seek to win."

Great Tiger bowed to him.
-"Your sign."

-"Care for a little wager?"

-"Amuse me."

-"We chip in with another sign from any of the dojos we conquered."

-"What do you want in exchange?"

-"You work for my boss."

-"I accept."

At this, the referee arched an eyebrow.
-"Don't want to know who is my boss?"

-"I don't intend to lose."

Joseph cracked his knuckles and let a wild sneer.
-"Don't ya think the boss can make his ass work at the bathhouse? The girls could give him a wig."

Hendricks extended a hand between us.
-"No hits below the belt. No eye-gouging and no biting."