And he had so many damn choices to stop the guy, but he had to be limited to the few he'd exposed to Peter so far. Cryokinesis was a no-go. Liquefaction was entirely out of the question. Sylar swept his hand over again, that same invisible wall stopping the pole before it smashed rather painfully with with his kneecaps.

"This is getting kind of old," he automatically prompted in return, eyes needling towards Peter before they rolled over in his sockets. This was just... sad. He was swinging around like a madman with no country to his name. Of course, it was just sad now. And Sylar didn't want to test just when Peter was going to come to his senses enough to use that handy power of persuasion on him again. "It's going to end. Now."

The IV pole swung back around, sharply, going right back to Peter's own shins and fully intent on taking him down before Sylar was.