"Want to mix it up a little more?" Adama asked Gramps. 

​     "Not really. You're too good, and I'm too rusty."

     "Aw, come on. Show a little spirit."

​     "Fine."

     Gramps started with a couple of skull jabs, see if he could take Adama out with a solidly landed punch or two. No way, though. She smiled as she easily evaded his thrusts. She twisted and tried a couple of martial arts moves with her hands, fingers outstretched. Gramps twitched to evade it all. Neither one of them landed real punches because they were both too good defensively and weren't out for blood. Still, from both of them, jab, kick, twist, twirl. 

CONTINUE