“That’s rule one,” he muttered lowly lifting from the ground. “Don’t ever get too cocky because you get sloppy. You disarmed what you assumed to be the only thing I had,” he grasped the end of the arrow. The feathers tickled inside of his palm as he yanked it out of his shoulder. “This might hurt…”
“I wasn’t cocky. I was confident. I’m still discovering what I can do.” He said, hissing as Oliver pulled the arrow from his shoulder. “This might hurt, too.” Cisco grinned, pushing his hands against Oliver’s chest and focusing the energy to his hands. He pushed with all the strength he could muster, plus the strength of his powers.
