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Training was important. Every day he went down, and trained endlessly, doing his best to be a good guard. He trained against Aro, strengthening himself, and then went and pushed himself further by giving himself impossible tasks. With time he was learning to accomplish them. Raoth would never have a thick build, but there was no mistaking him as someone who was weak. Entering the training ring Raoth looked around. He still didn't feel like he was pack, so going in made him nervous. It was good for training though, and once that started all thoughts of unease vanished.
Currently his movements were a blur. The wooden post he was striking against had chips of wood flying out of it. He wielded twin swords, hacking away and stealing from it as he worked on taking it down. He ran through what he knew, hoping that it would be enough, and tried to adapt what he didn't know. It was a clumsy process, the coyote's blind rage keeping him from slowing even when the swords clashed and struggled with what he had attempted, simply striking back with even greater force the next time.
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