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Tweak says, "IT'S GOT MY LEG!"

Gabriel "Sylar" Gray (inaworldsocold) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-05-29 07:17:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, darla, gabriel 'sylar' gray

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & Darla
WHAT: A bit of sport
WHERE: The Warehouse District
WHEN: After this
RATING: R for violence
STATUS: In Progress

His departure might have raised a few questions. Going out in the middle of the night when you had an infant to tend to wasn't exactly kosher, but Sylar had explained vaguely. Spot of trouble that had to be dealt without, shouldn't take more than an hour or two, be back as quietly as possible. He wasn't exactly lying. Darla definitely was a spot of trouble, and if this fight went well, it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. Of course, the issue came in 'dealt with', but the flexible meaning of that statement was more than enough to soothe whatever was left of his conscience at the moment.

It had taken him approximately fifteen minutes to reach the Warehouse District from his apartment balcony, touching down smoothly and glancing around for any sign of life that might mean that an ambush was in store for him. Keeping his ears as well as his eyes perked, Sylar was able to recognize the smallest sounds, the skittering of the occasional rat, the few workers left opening and closing doors during nightly checks, and the tell tale sound of approaching footsteps.

Stopping dead in his tracks, gazing shifting slowly behind him, Sylar waited and strained. When he could hear the sound of her heartbeat, he'd strike.

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siredthescourge
2010-05-29 11:50 am UTC (link)

Except, Darla didn't have a heartbeat. As a vampire, she had neither that nor a need to breathe. And four centuries - not counting those few years she spent as dust thanks to her boy falling for some cheerleader - spent hunting prey who continued to advance their weaponry with each passing decade or so, she had long since learned how to move without making much of a sound at all. That isn't to say Sylar's particular talents wouldn't still hear her, but considering the speed with which she could move, it wasn't likely he'd have much time to brace himself.

That, however, was a tactic she'd have to consider for another day. Tonight she was perched on the edge of one of the roofs. She had waited in the shadows until Sylar had made his own presence known then she'd simply crossed to the edge and peered down at him. When he seemed truly settled and more than ready for whatever he thought was about to happen, Darla finally made her move.

She fell silently from the roof and landed smoothly in front of him. She kept her human visage in place and even gave him a sultry smile as, the instant her feet touched the ground, her hand doubled into a fist and she swung at him. Her diminutive frame hid the power of her punch but it was certainly more than strong enough, if it reached its target, to break his jaw and easily knock him several feet backward.

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inaworldsocold
2010-05-29 12:04 pm UTC (link)

Sylar was taken by surprise. That didn't happen often, but he certainly hadn't heard what he had been waiting for nor had he expected an aerial attack. As her fist came up far too fast for his still stunned mind to spring into action fast enough to stop it, the punch met its mark, sending him tumbling backwards several feet and slamming hard into the brickwall of a nearby building. It was a blow that would have left any normal person begging for mercy, but Sylar simply pushed himself up, the broken bones mending themselves, the cuts and scraps healing over at he stood, smirking slowly.

"Ouch."

A split second later, lightening was erupting from his hands and searing its way towards Darla.

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