Helena’s walk stuttered a bit, just hearing his name made her head spin. The hand that wasn’t holding Cisco’s hand balled up into a fist as she continued to stare straight ahead trying to appear as unaffected as possible. “Are you sure you’re not trying to learn archery? Because I don’t think archery is for you, honey. You seem more of a ray gun type of guy.”
Actually more of a vibrate things until they crumble kinda guy. Cisco could sense something was wrong, but he brushed it off. “Not training like that. Training like, defending myself. Throwing punches and gaining muscle.” He smiled as he guided her toward the front door of his apartment.
Cisco backup 