you're fucking dead

Two boys in dark shirts stand at a table, their hands clasped and moving rhythmically in a handshake-like motion, with one boy slightly leaning forward. The scene then cuts to two men in light-colored robes in a dimly lit, ornate room, locked in a martial arts stance where one man extends his arm to hold the other's arm, and the man being held is lifted into the air, his body suspended horizontally as he is held aloft.