“I thought I told you to stay out of my way.” Deathstorm spoke as flames erupted from his hands. WIth his head on the proverbial chopping block and a tall order to fill for Zoom, he was not in the mood to play games.
Cisco whipped his head around at the sudden voice and onset of heat. “I’m not in your way, hothead. I’m just picking some stuff up.” Cisco shut his trunk and took a few steps back until his lower back was flush with the cool metal.
Cisco backup 