attention between the horde in the streets worshipping the fading light and the face of the man next to him.

I don’t know where I’d rather be. Up here with this guy or down in the street with those freaks. I remember him well, I went to train in his club a few times, just to keep myself sharp with some sparring and ground work. This guy though, what’s his name?… Mark something… Mark Austin, yeah, that’s it. What a clown.

He’d teach kids how to break arms and cause real damage to people so he could appear as some sort of guru. Moe wouldn’t teach anything remotely vicious until his students reached black belt level. He used to say that a black belt was a sign that you were a good student and only then ready to learn.