Shit, they're really going at it up there, Trevor thought, although he still couldn't see either of the two people who fought. 

     He heard Adam yell, "Say hi! Fight me like a true warrior!"

​     The response, in a feminine voice: "Let go of me!"

​     "Say it!"

     "Fuck you! Hi!"

     It was Adam Adama, the female Adam. 

     The baby's mother, but also Adam Forwarder's son. 

     It's complicated. 

     "Now get your fucking hands off me!" Adama yelped. 

     "Hi," Adam said. 

     Now everyone could see both of them. 

     They fought twenty feet over everyone's heads. 

     Adama floated on her anti-gravs. Adam never used them. Old school. Stand firm on solid ground as much as possible, was his motto. ​   

     Not that any of that mattered at the moment. Adam held tight to his son/daughter while he continued to throttle him/her.

     "Someone get him off me!" Adama yelped. 

     No one went anywhere near them. 

     She had to do it herself. Adama dropped for the ground, but then she did a twist and jerk, throwing Adam off of her. 

     They slid on the ice. 

     Adama got back to her feet first. 

     She went into a defensive stance, knowing that Adam would be coming right after her. 

     "You leave my boy alone!" he bellowed. 

     "Our boy!" Adama yelled back. 

     "You can't have him!"

​     "Who are you to decide?"

     "You'll have to kill me before I let you anywhere near him!"

​     "If only I could!"

CONTINUE