Jo's blow knocks the breath out of him, and he jerks his knees towards his chest in an automatic defensive reaction, pulling his feet away from Dean's bloody face.
He's focused on things more important than answering her, though. She's smaller and lighter than him, and Jack's pulling her away, and if Sylar puts everything he has into dragging himself up by the both of them and doesn't spare either the use of his strong new knees and elbows and fingernails and fists...
He's on his feet, wincing, one boot sliding momentarily, and starting to run again.
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Jo's blow knocks the breath out of him, and he jerks his knees towards his chest in an automatic defensive reaction, pulling his feet away from Dean's bloody face.
He's focused on things more important than answering her, though. She's smaller and lighter than him, and Jack's pulling her away, and if Sylar puts everything he has into dragging himself up by the both of them and doesn't spare either the use of his strong new knees and elbows and fingernails and fists...
He's on his feet, wincing, one boot sliding momentarily, and starting to run again.