Rain fell hard that night.The city streets — cracked, flooded, empty — looked like something from a war zone already, even before the fighting began. The silence carried a pulse. A warning.
Cobra Kai stood together under the flickering light of a streetlamp. Their black gis were soaked, their faces shadowed. Weapons glinted — batons, nunchucks, metal rods, even chains. The new Cobra Kai. The "warriors," as Kreese called them.
Andrea stood in front, hood over her head, the rain dripping from her jawline. Hawk was on her right, his mohawk plastered down by the rain, eyes cold and locked. Tory, Kenny, Bert, Mitch, Kyler — all of them stood ready. Behind them, Kreese and Johnny's absence was like a ghost haunting the night.
No laughter. No talking. Just the quiet, collective breath before everything exploded.
From the other end of the street, lights flickered — car headlights approaching. Dozens of silhouettes emerged from the rain: Miyagi-Do, Iron Dragons, Topanga, and civilians who had decided to take back their city. The alliance. The ones who came to stop Cobra Kai once and for all.
Daniel LaRusso walked in front, umbrella gone, soaked to the bone but eyes burning with purpose. Chozen walked beside him — calm, unreadable. Behind them stood Zara, Kwon, and others from the Iron Dragons, each armed.
Daniel took a slow step forward, voice echoing."This doesn't have to end like this."
Andrea's eyes locked on him. "It already did."
A faint smirk from Zara. "You sure you're ready to lose again?"
Andrea didn't move, didn't blink. "You're not getting lucky twice."
Zara tilted her head, teasing. "Oh, I don't need luck."
The rain intensified, drumming against the concrete like a countdown.
Daniel looked between them, voice rising. "We can stop this before it destroys everyone. Before more people die."
Tory barked a humorless laugh. "You think anyone's walking away clean from this, LaRusso?"
Chozen's voice cut through the rain, sharp and calm. "Enough talk."
He raised his arm — the signal.
And the world erupted.
Metal crashed. Boots thundered. Shouts and screams filled the night.
Andrea charged first, ducking a bat swing and driving her elbow into a street fighter's throat. Hawk spun his chain, striking another in the ribs. Tory flipped someone over a car hood. Kenny and Kyler fought back-to-back, wild but deadly efficient.
Daniel and Chozen moved through the chaos like soldiers — deflecting blows, countering strikes, never killing but never holding back either.
Andrea's movements were pure fury. Her strikes were sharp, brutal, unrelenting. Every face in front of her was another ghost of Miguel, another reminder of betrayal, another excuse for rage.
She caught sight of Zara in the crowd — their eyes met for just a second, and it was enough.
Zara smirked, taunting her with a finger wave. "Come on then."
Andrea charged.
Their collision was thunder.
Zara ducked under Andrea's roundhouse, swept her leg, but Andrea rolled and came up swinging. Zara blocked, twisted, and kicked Andrea in the ribs. The crack echoed. Andrea grunted, eyes blazing.
"You think you can take everything from me?" Andrea hissed, driving a punch toward Zara's face. Zara caught her wrist, twisted — Andrea's scream cut through the chaos — then slammed her knee into Andrea's stomach.
Zara leaned close, whispering through the rain. "You already lost everything on your own."
Andrea's rage snapped.
She caught Zara's collar and headbutted her — blood splattering the pavement. Zara stumbled back, and Andrea tackled her, fists flying. Every hit landed with the weight of grief and betrayal.
"YOU. TOOK. HIM!" Andrea screamed, punching again and again. Zara tried to block, blood streaming from her nose.
But she smirked even through it. "He came to me."
Andrea's scream echoed like thunder.
She drew back, grabbed a fallen baton from the ground, and swung. The hit sent Zara crashing into the side of a car. Blood pooled under her as she struggled to move.
The rain turned red.
Andrea dropped the baton, chest heaving, staring down at Zara's still form.
Around her, the chaos kept going — Hawk was bleeding from his lip but smiling, roaring as he tackled Kwon through a fence. Kenny, Bert, and Mitch fought like cornered wolves. Tory's scream rang out as she was pulled back by two Iron Dragons, kicking free with a vicious elbow.
Daniel shouted orders. Chozen countered attacks. But it was clear — Cobra Kai wasn't just fighting anymore. They were annihilating.
The rain drowned out everything.
Daniel yelled again, voice cracking, "ENOUGH!"
No one listened.
Kwon swung his staff — Hawk ducked, countered, tackled him to the ground, and with one brutal punch — crack — Kwon stopped moving.
Hawk stood there, staring down, chest rising and falling. The shock of what he'd done hit him slowly.
He stumbled back, whispering, "What… what did I…"
Andrea turned to him, eyes still wild but slowly realizing what she'd done, too. Zara wasn't moving.
For a long, unbearable second — no one did.
Then Daniel's voice broke the silence, trembling, furious, broken. "What have you done?"
Andrea looked down at her bloody hands. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, deafening.
Hawk dropped to his knees.
Tory covered her mouth.
Kenny stood frozen.
And somewhere in the rain — Kreese's voice echoed from the shadows, cold and triumphant.
"This is war, LaRusso."
Daniel looked up, soaked, eyes glassy. "No, Kreese… this is hell."
The camera would pull up — showing the city below, the fires, the bodies, the storm.
Cobra Kai stood victorious… but not one of them smiled.