A sudden chill swept across the impending battlefield, coming literally from Matt. His hands still in his pockets but his face was shrouded by shadows as he heard the dying wails and cries of despair.

"You..." his voice was quiet, like ice. And when he snapped up, they were brilliant, glowing more brightly than two stars as electricity crackled from them. "Release your host, and walk away," intoned Matt calmly, his voice reverberating and the air ionizing with each syllable. "These men are willing to beat you to a bloody pulp and toss you out the nearest airlock. I would do something far worse than that."

There was a telltale impending explosion, the chill in the air offset by the rapid ionization of the air around them, a sharp metallic tang. The fifth element was in Matt's possession and he was this close to unleashing a cold fury upon Shiva.

After all, one could walk away from being electrocuted to death and revived in the same motion.