Cisco opens his mouth to protest, but he can't get a word out before Matt launches himself at the meta, somehow able to land blows and avoid punches and attacks like he has some sort of extra sensory perception that allows him to almost see. Cisco watches with wide eyes, his heart racing and his cellphone grasped in tight, shaking fingers, and in only a few minutes Matt has his adversary subdued, knocked unconscious in the middle of the street.

"Holy shit," Cisco breathes as he pushes himself standing, walking on numb legs to where Matt is standing over the unmoving meta. "How did you do that?" he asks, staring at Matt, thankful Matt can't see the look on his face.

[ooc: I am SO sorry this has taken so long. Work was really, really stressful leading up to my vacation (I'm out of town until Tuesday), and I'm just now finally working through my tags again. Please forgive me!]