Donny disengaged from the psycho and parried the attacks, smirking at his comment about killing a "god". "Either you're lying, or the gods are weaker than many think they are. Not me though. There are no gods in this world, just power, and those who control it." It was quite obvious that the man was aiming for headshots, which made him predicable. He still kept was was left of his sword, though the length was cut to half now. As Donny continued to dodge he jumped back far enough that there was at least a good ten feet between him and the other man. It was that moment that the moon shined onto Donny. It was a fullmoon, and his body began to darken, yet he still kept his orc form. "I have control. And what about you, hmm? Do you think you can take on your other form now, or are you limited by the nature of your being? As a werewolf, I'm suppose to transform right now, especially since I'm under the direct light of a fullmoon. But I control my power, not the other way around. You killed a god, but what does that prove? That you're stronger than me? No, it just proves that you have power. But that doesn't mean that you control it. You just use it, heed it's call, succumb to it's madness. Think for a moment. Do you think I actually want to fight you?"
Actually resisting his transformation was rather difficult. But if it was a simple matter, it wouldn't be so much of a problem. "If I wanted to fight you, I'd have stayed in the crypt. I'm certain that you've been listening in on me the entire time, so let's clear something up, hmm? I found this journal," Donny took out the journal he stole from the hobgoblin and threw it at the man's feet. "There I found the information saying that your family crypt was going to be open to the public, due to it's owners inability to pay for it's upkeep. I doubt that the gov's even going to bother moving your family's corpses to another crypt; they're relying on the vagrants like me to come in and clear the place out for them. Which also means by tomorrow, there will be even more people coming by, defiling your family tomb. Hundreds of people. Are you just going to kill them too?" Donny clenched his fists. The call for transformation was getting difficult. Luckily a cloud floated by blocking the moon, easing the urge. "When I was going to look for you, I wanted to let you know this. But instead, you tried to attack me. I didn't even have my weapons out, you just tried to ambush me, murder me in cold blood. All because you refuse to listen. And I have a good idea why. That form of yours doesn't listen to reason, it just obeys your desires and believes in no one but yourself. I should know, the beast inside of me... He's the same way. That's why I have to control him, and not let him just run rampant. I'm better than that. And I think you are too."