It took three days of furiously fighting everyone who entered the practice yard, pushing his body and magic to the limit, to completely calm down and think things over. Longclaw was a reliable weapon, but even with resistance seals, his blood was boiling and it still felt too light. Thankfully, most practice swords were deliberately weighted. He had picked the heaviest greatsword he could find in the armoury. If it weren't for healing magic he'd probably be in bed for a week after the first day. At first, he barely won any of the fights and got heavily bruised. The increased resistance also heavily taxed his joints and ligaments.