The fight was bloody, nasty, and filled with low blows and undercuts.
Sylar was having the time of his life, even while fighting for it. He
had no need to take on Peter's base gift since he had his own ways of
acquiring powers, but oh the powers buried within him. Sylar wondered
what the brain that had acquired all of those powers would look like.
There was an edge of curiosity, a fascination with the workings of
this particular brain. While Sylar might have wanted to take it apart
and see how it worked, he also couldn't help but want to keep the man
who was his equal around for a little longer. Trading shot for shot,
ice and fire and super-punches among other things, there was a sort of
beauty in the brutal violence that could only come from the truly
gifted.
At some point in the fight, something went wrong. Sylar didn't know
what had happened or how, but suddenly Peter was nowhere to be found
and he was stuck in the middle of the wreckage of a city. He took a
minute to draw in a breath and then waited for his wounds to heal.
They would, of course. The former cheerleader had ensured that. Once
the wounds were healed, Sylar restored the presidential visage that
he'd grown so accustomed to wearing over the past few years. He didn't
know where he was, but it couldn't hurt to look like the leader of one
of the world's powers, could it?
( Brother vs. Brother. It's almost... biblical. )