Bryson watched with morbid curiosity as Sable taught Patience how to control her rage ability. While Bryson never expected Sable would come and teach Patience the ways of anger, he couldn't say that he was very surprised about it all.

Sable had always been a very aggressive fighter, angry even. It was like her when she fought with a sword, she used her rage and fury to channel it. Though now that Bryson thought about it, it had been a while since he'd seen Sable actually fight someone seriously.

She and Bryson would on occasion have sparring matches due to them being of similar age. Over the course of the last fifteen years they became increasingly one-sided. With Sable getting much better at swordsmanship while Bryson did the bare minimum just to satisfy their parents.

Sable did help teach some of the new recruits back in Wrabuth for a reason. Bryson did recall on occasion the downtrodden trainee leaving one of the knight's barracks being filled with fear when seeing Sable.

Watching as Patience was being lambasted by Sable, he could completely understand the fear those recruits had. Sable was relentless. They currently weren't doing anything physical, fighting or otherwise. Instead, Sable was trying to get Patience to concentrate and tap into her inner self. She made some progress, but Sable wanted her to fully grasp the state of berserker.

Much easier said than done with the plethora of verbal abuse that Sable spat at Patience. Bryson was wondering if the purpose was to try and get her angry, if so, she was failing at that, as Patience seemed to be launching into a depression from the verbal tirade.

"Hey Bryson." Reynard asked Bryson.

"Yeah?"

"Is this how someone unlocks their berserker abilities?"

"I honestly have no idea. But I don't know if my sister is doing too well."

"What did I miss?" Anna said returning back with an armload of drinks and snacks.

"A lot of yelling." Reynard said as he grabbed himself a bottle of water.

"Huh, any improvements?" Anna asked watching.

"For the last time stop daydreaming!" Sable shouted.

"I know, it's just when you asked me to meditate, I tend to think of fashion design." Patience said, her head bowed down.

"It's not meditation, it's introspection!"

"Is that not the same thing?"

"No!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Stop apologizing like that! You don't go around being sorry! Do you go around saying sorry when you go berserk with a sword?"

"Well no, but I feel bad afterwards."

"Yeah, afterwards. So don't feel sorry now!"

"But what if-" Patience began before being cut off.

"Listen." Sable interrupted, "You're about to fight Morrigan. She's a capable swordswoman. You know that right?"

"Of course."

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"Do you want to lose?"

"Well…" Patience said before looking hesitant to reply.

"You want to lose?" Sable said eyes widening.

"No. I don't. I don't want to lose to Morrigan, I want to beat her. I want to shut her up." Patience said quickly, "It's just, it doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't?"

"The mode I go into. It… it just doesn't feel right."

"It's a berserker mode. It's normal."

"But it's not right. I… I enjoy the thrill of it." Patience said looking upset, "I can't really control myself when I really get into a fight, sure, but whenever I think back on it. I can't help but feel a thrill and a bit of fondness for the duel."

Sable crossed her arms, "That's your problem?" She asked in disbelief. When Patience gave a nod, Sable scoffed and called to the others, "Did you hear that?"

"How couldn't we? You were talking so loudly." Bryson grumbled.

"That's not how you're supposed to respond!"

"How do I know what you want me to say?"

"For a wizard you're pretty stupid."

"I'm sorry that I don't understand your genius intellect!"

"It's not wrong to feel that way." Reynard said getting back onto the subject, "But that's a good thing to feel."

"The feeling of enjoying hurting people?"

"Is it that though?" Reynard asked.

"I mean, it feels like it." Patience said glumly.

"How does it feel exactly?" Sable added.

"What do you mean?"

"Adrenaline hypes people up, it's natural to be caught in the moment of things. The berserker skill isn't that much different." Reynard explained, "It's fine to be excited about a fight and enjoy it."

"But I can't control it. I don't know how to stop."

"Which is why I'm here. I already told you the basics. You need to first accept the fact that you have this talent and try to use it. It can only be mastered if you accept it." Sable said.

"Can I really do it in less than a day?"

"Mastering it? Of course not. But you can at least control it more than you have before if we do it my way." Sable said.

"Haven't we already been doing it your way?"

"Oh please." Sable said with a scoff, "We just started." She said as she extended out her hand, and out of thin air a large sword formed in her hand.

Well, at least it most resembled a sword, in all honesty, it was more like a slab of expensive-looking metal with a handle. The blade was wider than Sable, and the sword was over a head taller than she was. Yet Sable held the sword with ease, defying physics as she effortlessly twirled her sword around a bit.

"Wait, you never said you were going to use that." Bryson complained looking very concerned.

"You're fighting against the daughter of a duke. What better way than to practice with one properly? You think Morrigan will use a dull training blade?" Sable said with a casual shrug.

"She might."

"Get into position." Sable ordered while Patience looked back and forth between the Coldwaters in confusion.

"What's happening?" Patience said, getting worried.

"I have some psionic magic abilities and I have buff and debuff spells." Bryson explained.

"Yeah." Patience nodded along, still confused.

"I should help speed up the process of you controlling the rage." Bryson said as her sister was giving her sword a few practice swings.

"Right, so why is Lady Sable swinging her sword?" Patience said nervously.

"Because you're going to control it while fighting me." Sable said with a nasty grin, "Don't worry, I'll give you a minute to ready yourself."

"Shouldn't she have something more than just a training sword?" Bryson asked.

"No way, that'll only get in the way. Besides the training swords are made to take abuse and defence will allow her to adapt the quickest." Sable said before calling to Anna, "You, common girl. You back me up."

"Wait what?" Anna said surprised.

"It'll be good practice for tomorrow, don't worry, I'll avoid anything more than a few bumps on Patience." Sable assured.

"This is a power trip and you know it." Bryson called out.

"Do you disagree that this will help? You have another method that will work in just a few hours?"

"No." Bryson said with an annoyed grunt.

"Stay in the background and just harass her." Sable ordered Anna.

"Right." Anna said nodding along as she glanced over at Reynard who gave a helpless yet amused shrug.

"Start tapping in or I'll attack." Sable said as Bryson stood next to the ring behind Patience ready to start casting. Anna did the same on the other side with Sable while Reynard made sure to get a good view in the crowd seats.

Patience stood there, sword drawn, but realized that she wasn't trembling. While indeed worried about having to face the menace of Sable Coldwater, she realized that she was also looking forward to learning how to master her berserker mode. A bit like when she's trying to learn a new design style.

Unable to stop herself from smiling a bit, she took a deep breath and began to feel out for her berserker ability. Welcoming it to activate. It was then that she heard Sable utter a few bone-chilling words.

"Your frenzy you showed earlier was cute. But let me show you real rage."

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