A/N: Chapter 14 is ready. Writing this one was an interesting experience. Bit shorter than the last but it sets up a lot. Still don't own Cobra Kai or the Karate Kid, just my plot.

Chapter Fourteen Rematches!… And Repercussions

Robby blanched as he noticed all of the fighting. It was impossible to know what they should do first. He noticed Mr. Larusso typing out a message, and sliding the phone back into his pocket.

"Stay here," Mr. Larusso moved so he was face to face with Robby, a hand on each shoulder. "Okay? I mean it."

Yeah right, Robby thought to himself. He'd been fighting like this for the past however long he'd been here. No freaking way was he hanging back while this place went to hell, while his friends and his dad were sparring for their lives. Out loud he said dryly "How exactly am I going anywhere?" In truth, he knew Mr. Larusso was right. If how he looked matched at all how he felt, the look on Mr. Larusso and his dad's faces had made total sense. And staying out of this would help, but would it really?

Mr. Larusso let go and went over to where Robby could make out a red mohawk.

Before Demetri could blink, Hawk was hitting. Demetri blocked instinctually, struggling to find his focus. This hadn't been why he'd chosen to accompany his friends on this crazy mission. More fighting was just not cool. And he could see Hawk was blinded by rage. If he could just get him to stop for a second...if he could get through to him... There had to be a way.

"Hawk, come on!" Demetri put his arm up blocking a hit to the head and wincing against a kick to his side. He definitely heard something crack, excellent. "This isn't… this isn't. Ugh…" He was knocked to the ground. He rolled to the side a hair's breadth away from falling victim to another hit. "Eli…" He stood shakily to his feet struggling to catch his breath. "This won't solve anything."

"Yeah," Hawk scoffed. "Keene took Miguel out, our turn to return the favor." Hawk sent a wide kick overhead for Demetri's ear.

Demetri blanched as he ducked, but still wound up getting cuffed by the sole of his friend's foot. The blood rushed to the spot ringing in his ears. "Do you hear yourself?!" He shoved Hawk backwards finally managing to get some space back, and clenched a fist sending a punch for Hawk's shoulder and another to his jaw. "Seriously, do you? You're an asshole. Miguel wouldn't want this." He pushed his friend once more, keeping his guard up, but not hitting anymore once there was distance. "You know, I was there….and—." His point was cut sharply off as he was sent sprawling onto the mats.

"Don't act like you know what Miguel would want." Hawk seethed as he grabbed Demetri roughly.

"He's my friend too." Things may be scrambled with this whole dojo war, but Demetri knew that.

And then before Demetri could say another word, he was being pinned one punch after another being delivered.

"Hey! Cool off." Demetri could make out another voice as he winced against hits and then suddenly, he could move.

Mr. Larusso had pulled Hawk off. "Get the fuck off me," Hawk cursed pushing Mr. Larusso away.

Demetri backed away quickly coughing and struggling to catch his breath as blood spattered the mat.

"You done?" Mr. Larusso asked.

"Not even close," And Hawk launched a sidekick.

Mr. Larusso blocked it easily, grabbed his leg, and flipped Hawk onto his back, pinning him with his other hand. "I told you to cool off, alright? Get out of here." He then released Hawk and went over to Demetri. He wasn't going to hit a kid.

"Demetri, hey, hey, you alright?"

Demetri sighed looking to a specific spot on the mats. "I am, but my tooth isn't,"

"Come on," Mr. Larusso helped Demetri to his feet, keeping one eye on the other teenager just in case another hit was going to be made.

Demetri glanced over to his friend, resigned. How had it gotten to this? Demetri still couldn't wrap his head around it.

"You won't always have protection." Hawk said.

"Don't need it," Demetri replied flatly fists clenched. "I won once already."

"We'll see,"

Johnny was locked in a sparring match with Kreese. As he thought, retaliation had been immediate. He was parrying his old sensei's hits, as often as he was getting hit, an even match if there was one. Kreese, Johnny could feel, had even seemingly broken his nose, and soon enough, Johnny had kicked the older man against the mirrors, shattering them...again, and glass rained down on them both, but Johnny didn't let go.

"Still haven't lost that temper," Kreese laughed. "No surprise where that kid of yours gets it really. All that aggression, too soft to follow through, oh except junior did, didn't he?"

"Say another fucking word..." Johnny growled, tightening his grasp on Kreese and pushing him.

But the man simply smirked. "Go ahead Johnny, finish the job kid."

Johnny released Kreese prepared to let fly, finishing moves that with any luck would actually do just that.

"Dad!" But a voice snapped him out of it. The situation they were dealing with coming back in full technicolor as Robby limped over. "Stop…this won't do any good…"

Johnny looked over, prepared to go over, stilling a split second too long, and a sharp hit to the side of his face sent him down.

A/N: So Kreese hit Johnny where it hurts, figuratively and literally. Daniel helped Demetri, and Robby did not listen to Daniel.

Next up, it's back to Sam, Tory and Aisha, Kreese sets his sights back to Robby who poses a surprising solution, and we leave the dojo for a bit to see what is happening at the Larusso house as Amanda finds out something about the school's plan post fight.