Diana pulled back the taut string of her bow, the unwarranted intruder would be reminded who was the most powerful in this situation.
Cisco looked up from his phone to see a woman wielding a bow, arrow pulled back and ready to shoot. He raised his hands in surrender, eyes locked on the arrow pointed at his chest. “Woah, chica! Don’t shoot, I’m a good guy. I swear.”
Cisco backup 