He was a little distracted from the little show, naturally. Soon as she tore free from his grip, he was stumbling off to the side, sharp hiss sucking in his breath. God, blood was dripping down his fingertips, and that gash was worse than he initially thought, wasn't it?
Maybe he wasn't somebody to take off before a fight was over, but damn if he knew when he was beat. This was going to need stitches. And he'd had enough blood loss in the last few months to last him a lifetime. Before KOS-MOS could even finish getting the words out of her mouth, by the time she would have looked down, Sylar would have been gone.
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Date: 2007-07-27 01:51 am (UTC)Maybe he wasn't somebody to take off before a fight was over, but damn if he knew when he was beat. This was going to need stitches. And he'd had enough blood loss in the last few months to last him a lifetime. Before KOS-MOS could even finish getting the words out of her mouth, by the time she would have looked down, Sylar would have been gone.