“Well than…” she chuckled softly to herself, “we can do that. It’s about placement and your feet. If you punch with an off set stance, you’ll topple over.” Sara ran her fingers through her hair, following behind with a slight rosy cheeked blush. “Basics can be a little intense if you don’t stretch so we’ll be stretching for quite some time before you throw a punch or block one. I was on an island for a few years, I bet it’s fine.” She mused back, bouncing on her toes.
“You’d be surprised as to how little we have.” He said, opening the door for Sara. “We have a sand bag thingy and Barry’s super-treadmill. It’s all we’ve ever really needed.” Cisco shrugged, thinking about what it must have been like on the island. He tucked his hair behind his ear and straightened his shirt as he turned and saw Sara bouncing on her feet and grinned at her, motioning to the room. “After you, I insist.”
Cisco backup 