Norris is fed-up; he has had enough of all the disrespect! He stops everything and approaches Gabriel. Murphy sees that trouble is brewing and sidles up next to Norris. Douglas quickly moves in behind Norris. I stand on Douglas’s left, following behind Murphy. We are not even sure if Norris knows we have his six. There I am, just a puny brown-belt fighter, standing next to Douglas, and behind both Sensei Murphy and Triple Crown Norris.
I cannot see what is brewing, but I hear the whispers between Murphy and Norris. Murphy respectively murmurs, “We’ll handle this any way you want. You make the call.”