Mohinder also had a gun, as a matter of fact, but he now knew better than to pull it on Sylar when the man had even a second of reaction time availale to him; the four bullets in Matt Parkman's chest spoke to that. Besides, he wasn't actively trying to kill Sylar (for once) as much as disable him, even just distract him. All he needed was the moment it took to turn his computer off and hide his formulas from Sylar's prying gaze...
...and then the moment it would take to get either Sylar or himself out of there so that Sylar wouldn't rip him apart.
It hurt like hell when Sylar slammed him against the far wall, but it actually went to Mohinder's advantage all the same -- the movement brought him closer to his desk. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that immediately with his head swimming and eyes watering; the impact had been hard enough that he'd nearly felt the blood vessels bursting beneath his skin. Wincing, he gripped his shoulder and leaned back against the wall, and sucked in a breath. "Ah..."
With a soft hiss, he wiped at his eyes and stumbled forward towards the desk. He rested his weight on one hand and reached out hurriedly to the shutdown button with the other.
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...and then the moment it would take to get either Sylar or himself out of there so that Sylar wouldn't rip him apart.
It hurt like hell when Sylar slammed him against the far wall, but it actually went to Mohinder's advantage all the same -- the movement brought him closer to his desk. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that immediately with his head swimming and eyes watering; the impact had been hard enough that he'd nearly felt the blood vessels bursting beneath his skin. Wincing, he gripped his shoulder and leaned back against the wall, and sucked in a breath. "Ah..."
With a soft hiss, he wiped at his eyes and stumbled forward towards the desk. He rested his weight on one hand and reached out hurriedly to the shutdown button with the other.