No | Retreat No Surrender - Fight At Party

But Jason didn’t flinch. In a blur of movement that seemed impossible to the untrained eye, he stepped inside the arc of the kick. Using Tom's own momentum against him, Jason swiveled on the ball of his foot and executed a perfect, snapping counter-punch directly to Tom's exposed ribs. Oof.

"I don't want any trouble, Tom," Jason said, his voice low and steady. No Retreat No Surrender - Fight at Party

The room erupted in cruel laughter. Jason tightened his grip on his soda can, feeling the cold aluminum give way slightly under his fingers. He remembered his father's broken spirit after the mobsters had crushed his leg. He remembered Bruce's silent lessons on focus and control. But Jason didn’t flinch

He turned and walked through the stunned crowd, RJ eagerly following in his wake. As he stepped out into the cool night air, Jason looked up at the stars and smiled. He knew the fight with the syndicate wasn't over, but tonight, he had proven to himself that with no retreat and no surrender, he could face anything. Jason tightened his grip on his soda can,

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

"Real karate," Jason said clearly, his voice ringing through the quiet room, "is about heart. Not a building."