Scrambling to his feet, Peter eyed the tornado of paper circling behind Sylar. He raised his eyebrows, laughed sharply. "What, are you gonna attack me with paper next? I don't think paper cuts are really going to take me down," he snerked, repressing the occasional wince as sound continued cut in and out. What a bitch of an ability.

"And," he continued, "I think we've proven that you can't win either, so how about you stop trying to take peoples brains?" It didn't even need to be said out loud that Peter would continue to try and stop Sylar by whatever means possible. Determination was a stubborn quality.