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HUDDLED TOGETHER, Cobra Kai stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes locked on Miyagi-do across the mat. The air buzzed with tension, a silence broken only by the muffled noise of the crowd in the background. Kwon, standing at the center like an immovable force, folded his arms and gave the opposing team a calculated glare.
"We take Miyagi-Do first. They're weakest." he said bluntly, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. "Let them come to us. Then, we fight the other dojangs."
The strategy, pragmatic as it was, didn't sit well with y/n. She crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. Her heart thumped in her chest, not just from the high stakes of the match but from the sheer frustration of listening to Kwon yet again dictate the game plan like his word was gospel.
"That's too pussy a move," she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the group like a knife.
All eyes snapped to her, even Kwon's. He turned his head sharply, his dark eyes narrowing at her challenge.
"What?" he asked, his voice low, almost daring her to repeat herself.
"You heard me," the girl said, stepping forward. "That's cowardly. What makes Cobra Kai Cobra Kai is that we strike first. We strike hard. No hesitation, no waiting for the other team to 'wear out.' We go in, and we crush them."
Her voice carried the kind of conviction that drew attention of the senseis, who exchanged a rare look of pride with each other. Even the quieter members of the team were invested. Lee nodded in agreement, stepping up beside her.
"She's got a point," He said, glancing at the others. "Our offense is our strength. And besides, we don't know how Miyagi-do fights. Sure, they might look weak, but what if their offense outmatches our defense? If we wait too long, we're giving them the advantage."
The group exchanged glances, nodding reluctantly. Even Park looked thoughtful, his usually playful expression replaced with seriousness.
Kwon exhaled sharply through his nose, his frustration barely contained, though it wasn't directed at the y/h/c-haired girl. "Fine. What do you suggest then?"
Y/n's eyes flicked to Miyagi-do, studying their lineup. "Six-on-six. Each of us takes a person. We overwhelm them with speed and power, one by one." Her voice steadied, and she pointed across the mat. "I'll take their female captain."
"I'll take the guy," Kwon muttered, his gaze locking on Robby, who stood tall and confident on the other side. His eyes burned with unspoken rivalry, and his jaw tightened like he was already fighting the match in his head.
