Trevor had been trained on how to rise on his anti-gravs while horizontal.

      It was about convincing yourself that your body was one, long extended muscle.

     He also tried to convince himself that his body didn't scream at him in agony after slamming into the ice. 

​     He rose on his anti-gravs and, as he did, he twisted so that he could kick Cole in the face. 

     WHAP!

     Cole fell back, momentarily undefended. 

     Trevor twisted again so that he really kicked Cole in the face.

     Then, Trevor dropped Cole to the ice with a smack to the jaw. 

     Cole hit the ice, and Cole stayed on the ice. 

     Trevor rose fifty feet, then headed north. 

     Not triple speed. Not quadruple speed. 

     Faster than that. 

     I'm coming, Niki, Trevor thought. 

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