Sylar glanced at the blond man approaching him and instantly sensed the strength radiating from him—far greater than the other recruits. Yet no fear stirred in his eyes.
He had killed many during his time in Arcade, but never a true human opponent. Yet, that did not cloud his mind or weaken his heart. If pushed into a corner, he would not hesitate. If necessary, he would vaporize the man's skull with his heat vision without a moment's remorse.
Thankfully, it didn't seem things would escalate that far.
"I am Vorg," the young man said with a steady, deep, disciplined voice. It wasn't bravado—it was the calm confidence of someone molded by a hardened culture. "I'll take the left flank. You take the right. We work as a team."
Sylar's eyes narrowed slightly as he analyzed the proposal. The pillar was enormous—large enough for two people to use without obstructing each other.
