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- He'd forgotten Baiken. How had he forgotten Baiken? The overwhelming pressure, the feints and tricks, just for a second, had gotten to him. Desperate, Sylar swiped wildly with his arm, extending tentacles that thrashed about to give him space. He gathered up the shards of concrete and of Baiken's blade with telekinesis, whirling them around him in a ball of death.
- "Not enough!" he cried. "Still! Not! Enough!" No fists, no bullets, and no damn baseball bats could reach him like this. He'd stall them out, heal his arm, and be back to fighting shape. Easy.
- Except Carolina expected something like this. She pulled a grenade from her belt, yanked the pin, and lofted it at Sylar. The force would push against his wall of blades. He'd fillet himself alive. Can't let that happen. Sylar dropped the barrier, just for a moment, and grabbed the grenade with telekinesis, redirecting it to Baiken.
- ***
- FreestyleKneepad, Round 1c
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