"Those are mine," the mortal spits, turning around again. "Too much of a coward to insult me to my face?"

The taunt is a distraction, though it's not immediately clear from what.

He lands-- no. He hovers a bare inch above the road, pressing a hand to the cracked pavement.

A dead second's space wherein absolutely nothing happens.

And then the ground is melting in a swath that heads straight for Hades' feet.

Hey, if he can hit him, he can liquefy him, right?

Provided the power works fast enough-- and it's always been one of Sylar's quickest, if one of the least useful until now.