The telekinesis punches Isaac in the chest, throwing him backward onto the painting of the city going up in flames, and pins him down, spreadeagled like an insect.

Sylar glances at the paints, the brushes -- another sharp twist of his fingers, and two of them rise into the air, spinning like propellers before they rocket toward Isaac.

One slams straight through his right wrist and into the floor. The other does the same to his left wrist a split-second later.