The leg of the chair went flying past Sylar's head, inches from connecting and... Damn, how had he missed that? Peter Petrelli was getting better and better at honing his powers - particularly the telekinesis, which, considering Peter had just sponged the power off of him... made Sylar a very Not Happy camper - and Sylar was not liking this one bit. Peter was supposed to be the bumbling fool who couldn't even keep track of how long his own bangs were getting, never mind contain a nuclear explosion. Not the guy who posed an actual possible threat.
"I'd like to see you try," he sniped back in return, nonetheless, glowering towards the male and stretching his fingers. "You'd be surprised just what I can make it through, Pete." A wood chipper, okay, maybe not, but you'd have a hell of a time getting him into one of those anyway.
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Date: 2007-07-15 05:16 pm (UTC)"I'd like to see you try," he sniped back in return, nonetheless, glowering towards the male and stretching his fingers. "You'd be surprised just what I can make it through, Pete." A wood chipper, okay, maybe not, but you'd have a hell of a time getting him into one of those anyway.