- Fight At Party | No Retreat No Surrender

Tom shoveled a handful of pretzels into his mouth, chewed aggressively, and spat a wet mash onto Jason's sneakers.

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 timid, insecure boy who had moved to California was gone. In his eyes was the fierce, unyielding fire of the Jeet Kune Do master. No Retreat No Surrender - Fight at Party

Tom caught Jason looking. A slow, mocking grin spread across his face. He whispered something to Kelly, who looked down, embarrassed, and then he swaggered over to the kitchen island.

"Well, if it isn't the dancer," Tom sneered, loud enough to cut through the heavy bass of the music. Conversations died down. A circle began to form. "I heard you do karate in your garage, Stillwell. With the ghost of a dead guy." Tom shoveled a handful of pretzels into his

The circle gasped. RJ stepped forward, but Jason put out a hand to stop him. This was his fight.

Fueled by embarrassment, Tom roared and charged. He unleashed a flurry of traditional, rigid karate strikes—powerful, but predictable. Jason flowed like water. The crowd shrieked

Tom lay on the floor, covered in beer and crushed snacks, gasping for air. The invincible varsity champion was thoroughly defeated, not just physically, but spiritually. The room was dead silent.