Chapter 13, pages 58-59
"That's what's bothering you? The odds? We can fix that. Feel like a match, Mr. Lawrence?"
"Anytime, sensei." Johnny snapped to attention.
Daniel felt the burn of Kreese's stare as he eyed him. Somehow, he managed to keep his face still and hide the terror he felt in the presence of this man and his deadly students.
"Roberts!" commanded Kreese. "Get him a gi! We'll have a match. That better, old man?"
"No."
"Well," he said, sarcastically. "What more can we do to accommodate you? Room service?"
"No more fighting."
"This is a karate dojo, not a knitting class," he said has he thrust the karate outfit into Daniel's arms. "Now, let's get this over with. I've got a class to teach!"
Mr. Miyagi took the gi from Daniel's hand and put it neatly on the chair. He turned to leave. Daniel followed.
Kresse's face reddened in anger. He blocked their exit and spoke menacingly.
"You don't come into my dojo, drop a challenge, and leave, old man. Now get the kid on the floor, or, antique or not, you and I have a serious problem."
"Too much advantage, your dojo."
"Name a place," Kreese challenged.
