Peter froze the instant he saw Sylar's hands lock on Claire. there were other things he could do, other ways to hurt him and make sure that Claire remained unhurt. Several ideas has time to come to mind, but as Peter raised his hands, Claire began speaking.
No. No, he wouldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that. "He does wait, Claire. Five years. Five years, after he killed Nathan. He killed Nathan, he killed them all."
He was shaking his head, shaking with anger and adrenaline. A ball of lightning sparked in his hand and grew, and Peter levelled the arc in Sylar's line of sight. "You let her go," he said. "Let her go right now, Sylar."