Author's Note: Ch-ch-ch-check it out cats n' kittens! Moontearz is back from partyin' down on New Years Eve…don't remember much…but it was a blast!!! Anyways, all that's important is the fact that we're in 2005, and all alive and well. Wellity wellity, well, it looks like Jamie's in for a brawl with Paul Phoenix…what's gonna happen? Why don't you read and find out? And while you're reading, why don't you write a nice lil' review for me…cuz that'd be super-duper mad fun!!!! Oh, and before I forget…I don't know exactly how old Forrest Law is…so I'm just gonna say that he's Jamie's age…yeeeaaaaaahhhh…anyway, please don't hate me for it!

"Wait…where are you?" Hwoarang asked through the static on Jamie's cell phone.

"I'm walking over to Law's dojo." Jamie explained as he began to walk briskly across the street.

"…and do what exactly?" Hwoarang asked.

"Learn how Paul beat Patrick in the 3rd tournament."

"Wait? What? How?"

"Thank you for that cleverly articulated statement," Jamie began. "Paul's gonna show me how he beat Patrick, we're gonna fight, and he's gonna deliver the same moves that he did to Patrick, and I'm going to try to stave off the blows, and manage to layeth the smack down on him."

Hwoarang sighed "Jamie, look…be careful okay? Paul's a lot faster then he looks…he's got some moves that could even level a Nephilim. I mean, he's been in every tournament for a reason."

"What? Try and stretch his 15 minutes of fame to a whole hour?" Jamie asked with a smirk.

"Jamie…"

"Look Hwoarang. Don't worry, caution is my middle name…well, actually it's Brandon, but don't tell anyone. I'm just makin' with the funny so I don't completely wig out. I won't underestimate Paul. Now listen, stop worrying about me and go see your movie with Julia," Jamie opened the door to Law's dojo, and heard the pleasant jingle of the door. "I've gotta go, I'll talk to you later." The Nephilim finished.

Jamie snapped his flip phone shut, and took a seat on a set of bleachers where some of the other parents sat. From beyond the protective mirror, Jamie could see a Chinese man (who bore a striking resemblance to Bruce Lee) monitor a group of 5 year olds begin sparring. He wore the traditional gi of a master, so Jamie figured that he must be the proprietor of the shop…Marshall Law.

The dojo looked like it had been around for a while; the green gym mat looked faded and well worn. The weapons (which were proudly mounted on a rack) were covered with scratches and scars from obvious use. Jamie noticed that they were the common weapons that one could find in any Karate school.

He counted four nunchaku, about a dozen bamboo kendo swords, a dozen wooden swords called "bokkens", several wooden bo staffs and naginatas (Both Jamie's personal favorite weapons), and a proudly displayed kitana, kept out of the children's reach. The children began to spar, while the teenaged black belts sat cross-legged on the other side of the mat chatting quietly amongst themselves, and watching the ensuing fight with a cool detachment.

Jamie chuckled to himself, he too, was a black belt, and an assistant instructor like these kids, and he knew that they were bored out of their minds, and were hoping that the next adult class would start so they could spar amongst themselves…or go home and sleep, depending on the age range. The younger black belts were all about sparring, while the older ones just wanted to get through the class and go home.

One of the black belts glanced up from his conversation with a girl and looked at Jamie. He looked like about Jamie's age, and a younger version of Law, so Jamie assumed that the two must be related.

The young man quietly bowed out, and jogged off the mat towards Jamie.

"Can I help you?" He asked politely and with a smile.

Assistant Instructors and the like were always polite and courteous towards newcomers and customers. This helped take the intimidation out of martial arts, and was always genuinely appreciated. Jamie could tell that he was being authentically nice about it too…and he appreciated it. Jamie was so sick of mind games and shit.

"Yeah, I'm Jamie Parker. I'm supposed to-"

The young man's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and awe.

"Oh yeah I know who you are! You're the kid in the tournament right? And, you're here to fight uncle Pau-…I mean Paul." He said.

"Yup, that'd be me." Jamie said with a smile.

"My name's Forrest. Forrest Law. Marshall's my dad. I was in the 3rd King of Iron Fist Tournament, but I can't be in this one 'cuz of school and stuff…anyway, the Little Dragon class is almost over, then there's like, ten minutes to get ready and stuff. That's when you'll fight Paul. He said it would probably take about that time to kick your ass anyway." Forrest explained.

It was apparent that Forrest was a very gregarious, extraverted person who loved to talk. Jamie marveled at this ability to speak that long and barely take a breath.

"Really? He said that huh?" Jamie asked.

"Well, yeah…I mean, no offense man, you may've beaten Marduk and Lee, but Paul's pretty strong. I'm sure you're a tough fighter and all, but…what possessed you to do this?" Forrest asked in a hushed whisper, discussing Paul as if he was an omnipresent force who might be listening.

"Let's just say that I'm doing this for someone."

"Who? A friend?"

"Sorta. It's kinda complicated." Jamie finished.

"Well, alright. But if there's anything I can do for you, lemme know okay?" Forrest said, about ready to dash off.

"Actually, there is something that you could do for me," Jamie grinned sheepishly. "I kinda forgot my gi…or any kind of gym clothes…can you guys hook me up or something?"

"Sure. Follow me, I'll get you something." Forrest said with a smile, gesturing for Jamie to follow him.

Jamie hated wearing new gi's. They felt as stiff as cardboard, itchy, and scratchy on his bare chest. The gi that Forrest had given him, was about two sizes too small, and felt somewhat confining on his frame. Jamie only hoped that it wouldn't be too detrimental when he confronted Paul. Ideally, baggy clothes were ideal when it came to fighting anything…demons or otherwise. True, Jamie had managed to kill a cemetery full of zombies in a pair of tight boot cut jeans…but those were zombies. Zombies were slow moving and stupid…Paul was fast and probably a lot smarter then he looked.

As Jamie emerged from the changing room, he sat on the side of the mat, and began to stretch. Law was in the process of bowing the little kids out.

"Alright, raise your hands in the air and yell; I CAN DO IT!" Law shouted.

"I CAN DO IT!" The kids shouted back.

Jamie smiled to himself as he popped his back…they did this sort of thing with the little kids back at his Karate school. Law then told the children to shout several life affirming phrases like: "I love myself." And "I'm a winner".

Finally, the kids dashed off the mat in a hurry to meet up to the outstretched hands of their parents. Jamie bowed onto the mat, and began to perform a few light, kicks and punches to the punching bag…if he was incredibly angry, and unleashing full Nephilim strength, he could actually kick it off it's chain, but he decided that it would be best not to show that side of him…or at least until Paul came.

As Jamie performed easy, three hit combos, he became aware of tapping on the glass. He turned around to see who it was, and was shocked to see that it was Xiaoyu! He hadn't seen her all day, and in his paranoid, Nephilim way, began to think that something had happened to her.

She wore a pair of faded, flared jeans, and a black top. Her hair was tied back in a messy, half bun, rather then her traditional pig tails. Jamie quickly dashed off of the mat, and ran to greet her.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, as she embraced him.

"Hey Xiao!" Jamie replied.

She let him go, and gave him a once over. "You look great! I was so worried about you last night…you looked pretty bad."

"Yeah, amazing what that Nephilim gene can do for a fella like me." Jamie replied.

"Julia called me on my cell and told me you were awake. Jin and I were having breakfast at that coffee shop we went to when I got the message. So, we went back to the hotel to look for you, but Hwoarang said that you were here about to fight Paul."

"So you came to cheer me on?" Jamie asked, truly touched.

"Yeah, and I got something for you." Xiao said.

Jamie had noticed that she was carrying a messenger bag with her. She dug into the bag, and pulled out a frayed, threadbare black belt…Jamie's black belt.

"I wasn't snooping in your luggage or anything, but I figured that you'd need this. You left your gi too. I thought about bringing it, but I didn't have enough room in my bag."

"Ling…" Jamie began, genuinely touched.

"Jin should be here pretty soon. He's next store at the gas station getting some sodas so you have something to drink after the fight."

"You guys are awesome…thank you so much." Jamie said as he tied his belt around his waist.

Jamie wished that the moment among his newfound friend could have lasted forever…unfortunately, that was not to be. The door to the school opened, and a hushed silence filled the room. Even Forrest, who was currently flirting with an attractive black belt girl, went quiet.

Paul Phoenix had entered the dojo.

He walked over to where Jamie and Ling stood. He smiled good naturedly at the Chinese girl.

"Sorry Xiao. I'm gonna have to take your special friend away for a couple of minutes. You can have him back," He then glanced at Jamie with a glare that could freeze blood. "When I'm done with him that is."

Wordlessly, Jamie followed Paul to the center of the mat. The two dropped into a fighter's stance.

"Just in time, I thought I wasn't gonna get my work out today!" Paul said.

"You wanna piece of me? I'll give you the whole damn pie!" Jamie retorted.

"I can honestly say that I like your spirit kid…but in the end, that's all you are, apunk kidwith an attitude problem."

The fight began with Jamie rushing at Paul.

"Ah, how fitting. Patrick opened up with that same move," Paul began.

Jamie unleashed a jumping side kick. Paul stepped out of the way, and grabbed Jamie's exposed leg and flung him against a wall…the blow was so hard and fierce that the wind was knocked out of Jamie, and had cracked the plaster of the wall.

"And that was how I blocked it. Lesson the first: Just because you have powers, never underestimate your enemy's ingenuity."

Jamie got up, and coughed lightly. "A minor screw up. C'mon, what else ya got teach?"

This time, Paul ran at Jamie, punching and kicking. The Nephilim blocked as many of the attacks as he could, but found that Paul's strength was becoming too much for his arms to handle. Unintentionally, Jamie stumbled slightly, leaving him open for another attack. Quick as lighting, Paul unleashed a forward flip, and his incredibly strong legs landed on top of Jamie's head.

The Nephilim yelped in pain as he fell face first on the mat…the mat that was dirty with countless amounts of sweat. Jamie stayed down for a minute and let Paul gloat.

"Lesson the second: Even though legends say that you're superior when it comes to combat. It only takes one person to know your weakness to make you fall. All I did was keep coming at you with kicks and punches…not very promising."

Furious, Jamie leapt up, and dropped into a fighter stance, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. Paul ran at him, but Jamie managed to dodge his attacks. Paul attempted to punch Jamie, but the Nephilim spun out of the way, and unleash a light, but effective spinning crescent kick.

"So, what lesson was that?" Jamie asked sweetly.

Infuriated, Paul reared back his fist…but didn't punch right away…in fact, it looked like he was charging something up. Oh well, Jamie decided to give his jump kick another try, so he went for it.

"JAMIE NO!!!!!" He heard Ling scream from behind the glass.

Jamie attempted to stop, but he wasn't fast enough, Paul glanced at Jamie with a smirk, then unleashed his punch. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion for the Nephilim. He felt the blow hit his chest…then it felt like it had pierced through his stomach, and shattered his spine…the pain felt so real, that Jamie quickly checked to see if it had happened it had not, but he another problem to deal with… he was hydroplaning through the air, and colliding with the weapons rack.

Quickly, he rolled out of the way as the wickedly sharp katana fell through the air…sinking into the gym mat right where Jamie's face would have been if he hadn't moved. He tried to get up but couldn't…he groaned in agony as his intestines felt like they were on fire. Paul walked up to Jamie's fallen form.

"No pain, no gain kid! Lesson the third: Just 'cause you have super powers, doesn't mean you can rely on them all the time." Paul walked away from Jamie's writhing form, then turned his head. "Y'know, I was actually a little worried about this match. I mean, when I fought Patrick, he at least put a fight. He almost beat me. I figured one of his successors would be a stronger version of him…thanks for proving me wrong kid!"

That did it. Slowly, Jamie began to get up. Eyes burning with intensity, and teeth firmly clenched. He struggled to get up…but finally succeeded. He picked up the throwing star that lay on the ground and threw it with all his might. The weapon grazed Paul's ear, and landed against the wall with a resounding thunk.

"Hey Paul. You might've finished your lessons, but I've got a few of my own." Jamie said weakly.

Paul turned and smiled. "Okay. Then bring it on."

Jamie dashed forward, releasing as many kicks and punches as fast as he could. Some blows connected, some did not. Finally, Jamie began to let loose a roundhouse kick, that Paul began to block, but at the last second, Jamie turned it into a spinning jumping roundhouse kick. Paul was powerless to stop the attack, and spun through the air as the blow connected with his head.

"Lesson one: Always expect the unexpected."

Paul got up and tried to attack Jamie, who back flipped out of the way, and grabbed the first weapon he could. A bo staff.

Jamie twirled the weapon in a figure eight motion. He spun it so fast that it turned into a blur, and whistled through the air…hitting Paul in the face several times. Paul backed off, and Jamie clocked Paul in the chin with one of the staffs' ends…then tripping him with a low blow to the ankle with the staff.

"Lesson two: Always expect the unexpected."

Paul panted heavily as Jamie held the staff in a ready stance, waiting for the biker's next move…he didn't have one. The look in Paul's eyes was all Jamie needed to know that he was done. As a sign of good faith, Jamie reached out to grab Paul's hand to pull him up.

"I'm sor-" Paul began, before he was interrupted by a loud crash.

The wall exploded in a mixture of bricks, plaster and glass. Jamie fell on his butt, and quickly scooted backwards to avoid the flying debris. Through the dust, all he could see were three sets of red eyes…robot eyes…

They were Combots! Lee's Combots!

Jamie immediately got up to attack, but was flung through the air by one of them when he tried. Wasting no time, they leapt through the protective glass and grabbed Forrest, one of the instructors, and…Xiaoyu!

"JAMIE!!!!!" She screamed.

"LING!!!!"

Wasting no time, Jamie leapt up, and through the broken window after the robots. At that second, Jin came running out of the gas station across the street and down the road. Jamie caught up with the Japanese man quickly.

"WHERE'D THEY GO?!" Jamie asked as he ran with Jin.

"Down the road towards the water!" Jin replied. "Jamie, they've got Ling."

"I know. Forrest, and another girl too. We've gotta save them!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Follow me, I think I know where they went!"

So the two young men ran after the mysterious Combots…leaving Jamie to wonder who was behind it, and if Lee had really died…

Author's Note: Gasp!!! I'm just full of suprises! What's gonna happen? Will they rescue Xiao in time, and why did the Combots grab her and Forrest. Who sent them? And for what purpose? Read and Review and find out everyone!!!!