Did you miss me?

Enraged, Crescendo snapped. His plaything was being naughty. He lashed out, his pent up anger release upon the pathetic snowball, rage blinding him. Claws and teeth searched for flesh, though he felt nothing. He was nothing but rage, the image of himself that had only appeared twice. The monster broke free, and Crescendo's eyes gleamed with the light of hell, wild and bloodthirsty, no trace of any logic or though in them now. He was beyond caring, beyond any emotion but the one he felt now.