“You do and as you should be. Not many people phase me and I’ve met many upon my travels.” Sara stared off into the distance for a moment, her mind sweeping over all the places she’d been and the placed she’d fled. All crisp memories she’d stowed away, too ashamed to recollect the things she’d done. Standing on her toes, she craned her neck to see what he was doing. A soft bit of laughter escaped her parted lips, “very good. Now keep them where you feel comfortable. Now punch the bag but do not over extend your elbow.” Sara moved to the rear where the heel of her hand rested on his elbow. “Your opponent can break your elbow if it’s taut and locked. Fluidity is an art but it is also a key skill to have.”
Cisco lightly punched the bag, first with his right hand, and then again with his left. He’d never wanted to succeed with something so much in his life before now. He wanted to impress Sara in some way, but he knew that this wasn’t it. There was no way he could impress her doing something that she did to save her life and probably so many others. His punches were weak, and they hurt his knuckles. “Break my elbow? Wow. That’s brutal.” He punched the worn leather again, this time extending his elbow just a little too far. “Why is this hurting? Is it supposed to hurt? I don’t think it’s supposed to hurt. Sara?” He rambled, turning his head to look at Sara.
Cisco backup 