Send ⚠️ for my muse's reaction to finding yours in the middle of being attacked/roughed up.
because you joined cobra kai almost two years ago, you’ve become well-adjusted to constantly being thrown into karate fights. your Creators would be proud to see that you’re always ready to fight violence with violence whenever you need to… & occasionally, when you don’t. this inclination for aggression has only sharpened since miyagi-do’s persistent tendencies to engage after the water park incident. soon enough, you’re going to be reminded of why you need to embrace this darker side.
in this lifetime, the lines between outright cruelty & overprotectiveness blur. it’s not something you meant to happen—especially not with those you love in your other universe—but it did. you’ve learned to relish the chaos, to embrace the King Cobra title within you that doesn’t shy away from violence but revels in it.
you’re leaving the roller rink with tory after picking her up from work, sharing a rare moment of ease, when the tension in the air suddenly shifts like a storm front rolling in. you sense it before you see it—a dark cloud of aggression hanging heavy in the distance.
❝ talia! ❞ tory suddenly shouts, her eyes widening in alarm as she lets go of your hand.
you whip around just in time to see a group of miyagi-do/eagle fang students surrounding talia, their faces twisted in anticipation of a fight. a surge of fury ignites in your chest, burning hotter than anything you’ve felt in a long time. it’s a familiar fire, one that whispers to you about the power you possess, urging you to unleash it.
without a second thought, you move. cobra kai training kicks in, instincts honed through countless fights, natural athleticism, & that relentless no-mercy mentality—only intensified because robby broke up with you, leaving you & tory behind. you’re the top male fighter in the dojo, & you won’t let anyone lay a hand on someone you care about, alternate/current lifetime dynamics be damned. the King Cobra mindset rises sharply within you, & with it, a cold focus sharpens your senses. the dichotomy between your different lifetimes' mentalities is clear.
❝ get the hell away from my sister! ❞ you roar, your voice booming with authority. the confidence & anger in your tone fuel your resolve, igniting a dark urge to show them what you’re made of—why messing with talia will never be a good idea.
the miyagi-do/eagle fang students turn, surprise quickly morphing into defiance. mitch steps forward, narrowing his eyes at you. you do a quick head count: sam’s not here, nor are robby or miguel, but hawk is. tory notices it, too. interesting. place your bets: what are the odds the valley’s very own judas instigated this fight with your sister, leading the pack?
❝ this is none of your business, ethan, ❞ mitch says coldly.
you smirk, stepping into the space between talia & her attackers, adrenaline surging through your veins. ❝ really? did sam, miguel, or robby send you, or are you dumb enough to try this on your own? ten against one hardly seems fair. ❞ your eyes narrow. ❝ but now, it’s my business. ❞
the first student, charlie, charges, throwing a wild punch. you sidestep, your body moving with the precision of a predator. the satisfying crunch of your elbow hitting just below his solar plexus jolts through you. charlie stumbles back, shock painting his face, & you drop down, sweeping his foot out from under him. he hits the pavement hard, gasping for breath he can’t get.
the second hawk steps into the fray, you feel a shift. the air between you crackles with tension. without hesitation, you meet each of his blows head-on, his strikes quick, calculated, but you respond with something darker. your movements are brutal—fierce, like an animal that’s been cornered & is fighting for survival. hawk’s attacks are strong, but yours are ruthless. for every hit he delivers, you return with twice the force. the lines blur between technique & raw aggression, the King Cobra within you slipping further into control. there’s no hesitation, no mercy. you can see the humanity in hawk’s eyes faltering, but yours is gone. whatever humanity you allowed back in died again the second robby broke up with you & tory at the water park. a feral grin tugs at the corners of your mouth as you drive him back with a powerful kick to his ribs, knocking him to the ground. the way he gasps for air makes you realize: this isn’t just a simple fight for you anymore. it’s something much darker, something primal.
before you can take down another, tory springs into action beside you, her movements fluid & powerful. she strikes with the same ferocity, a whirlwind of strength & agility that perfectly complements your own brutal style.
you lock eyes with her, then talia’s, for a brief moment. an unspoken connection binds all three of you—a shared understanding of each other’s instincts & strengths, watching each other’s backs. you nod, & without needing to communicate further, you & tory launch into the fray with savage grace.
you charge together, knocking down opponents with vicious ease. every punch & kick is synchronized, like a dance you both know well. you deliver a swift uppercut to one student while tory knocks out another with a perfectly timed roundhouse kick to his head. he spins & hits the ground hard. the way you both move feels effortless, every action flowing seamlessly into the next.
another opponent (ben, sam’s cousin) lunges, but you anticipate his move, sidestepping to deliver a knee strike to his gut. the impact is sickeningly satisfying as he gasps for breath, crumpling to the ground. tory follows up with an elbow strike to the back of another attacker, ensuring she stays down. you both relish the control you wield together.
fighting alongside tory ignites something deep within you. it’s not just about the violence; it’s the bond you share with her, strengthened with every brutal strike, the shared purpose of protecting those you care about. tory’s fierce determination mirrors your own, & it fuels your intensity.
❝ is this really all you’ve got? gotta say, i’m disappointed. ❞ you taunt as you block a kick, your voice low & dangerous. you & tory stand ready, your eyes locked on the next pair of approaching students. one lunges at tory, but she deflects the blow with a “wax on, wax off” block (thank you for that one, robby), giving you the opening. you pivot & unleash a powerful roundhouse kick to the miyagi-do student’s midsection, sending him sprawling.
tory positions herself to intercept any retaliation while you prepare for the next move. the remaining students hesitate, realizing they’re outmatched. their confidence shatters.
with a final kick, you send two more students (seth & chase) sprawling to the ground, gasping for breath. bruises will undoubtedly be blossoming on their faces tomorrow. the air is thick with sweat, blood, & adrenaline, but you’re barely winded. the last two students exchange fearful glances, knowing they’ve lost.
you step closer, expression hard. ❝ if i were you, i’d fucking run, ❞ you growl. after picking their friends off the pavement, they turn & flee.
after watching them go—hawk taking a moment to glare at you, spitting blood out on the ground towards your shoes, which you roll your eyes at dismissively—you turn back to talia, the fire in your chest still smoldering. ❝ are you okay? what the hell were they thinking? ❞ your voice is softer now, but the intensity lingers.
satisfaction washes over you. the fight had been brutal, but necessary. besides, backing down was never an option. adrenaline still surges through your blood, even as the parking lot falls quiet.
