Pierce had just regained control over his body when Sylar appeared before him like a phantom of pure wrath, striking him across the face once more. Bone cracked under the blow, and Pierce was blasted through the ground as if his body weighed nothing.
Sylar did not stop there. One strike followed another—relentless, merciless—each hit driving Pierce farther away. In less than three seconds, Sylar had forced him across more than three thousand meters (3280 yd), the landscape tearing apart in the wake of their violent passage, until they reached the edge of a massive cliff overlooking an endless forest.
