
It was this that gave him his drive and determination, he was always a born fighter. Even from birth, he knew it. Even as he practiced on non-living objects he could just imagine his foes trembling and turning to run, that is if he didn't kill them first. He never was blood thirsty but had this motivation to find a purpose in life, someone to love and protect forever. He felt his eyes sting and chest hurt as memories stirred, he thought about the nightmares he had and what they meant. He knew they were real just faded memories. The sounds of howls and cries and the sound of tooth and claw going through flesh.
He stopped and shuttered at the thought, quickly he shook himself and concentrated again on his target. With a swift turn he darted and gave a strong blow to the stick snapping it fairly clean. He stopped to pant and catch his breathe, he has been practicing that move for days and days and almost had it down.