wingsofhorus:

Carter glared at the man and holstered his mace,  grabbing a few of his throwing knives and flung them at him. It was one thing to insult him, but to talk about his beloved that way? No, the man needed to learn a lesson. Unfortunately for Cisco, Carter had learned many over the years.

As the blades flew he charged, grabbing his mace and yelling as he rushed the youth. It wouldn’t be a fair fight for most people, but considering his opponent had superpowers it was fair enough. With a loud growl he swung his mace down, wanting to end this quickly.

Cisco dodged the knives, expecting that to be the only thing coming for him. Next thing he knew, there was a spiked mace flying toward him. Cisco ducked out of the way, but he was too slow. The mace hit him on the outside of his middle back, and he felt as it tore through his sweatshirt, and then as it broke skin. He grunted as he pushed Carter off him and sent vibrations out before running the opposite direction.

 He knew that he couldn’t fight the man back at this pace. His back ached as he ran, and he felt the warmth of his blood saturating the layers of his clothes. After he ran about a half mile, Cisco stopped to check the damage done. “Shit,” was all he said as he ran the rest of the way to his apartment to patch up.