Peter had been expecting the block, but not the rest, and the crack of his shoulder popping out of his socket was almost enough to make him scream. No matter how much he healed, the pain was something he'd never get used to. Staggering back a few steps, Peter roughly shoved his shoulder against the wall, forcing the joint back to where it was supposed to be. The sickening sensation of bones grinding together made him want to pass out.
But he couldn't, he had to stop Sylar, and goddamn, why wasn't the pain stopping? He had to think of Claire, of her ability, but a stable thought was almost impossible right now.
So Peter, desperate to end this, grabbed the closest thing on hand. The IV pole, with everything still connected. His good arm still wasn't co-operating too well, so he used his left, swinging wide and going for Sylar's knees. If the bastard couldn't walk, he couldn't get out of here.
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Date: 2007-07-28 03:21 pm (UTC)But he couldn't, he had to stop Sylar, and goddamn, why wasn't the pain stopping? He had to think of Claire, of her ability, but a stable thought was almost impossible right now.
So Peter, desperate to end this, grabbed the closest thing on hand. The IV pole, with everything still connected. His good arm still wasn't co-operating too well, so he used his left, swinging wide and going for Sylar's knees. If the bastard couldn't walk, he couldn't get out of here.