The dark rolling clouds came upon his head, shadowing the full moon. The wind whistled in his ears, almost like voices. His eyes turned into a dark shade of purple. His posture almost lion like as his eyes turned into slits. He hissed as he looked at the figure with hatred. He curled his lips as he spatted with hatred,"Leave." ((The figure can be anyone. Just go with me now. Cody is ready to fight anyone, so anyone want to fight?))