Once upon a time there was an archer in training.
And everyday he would practice shooting arrow after arrow at short to long range targets, but he never seemed to improve.
Until one day he got so angry that he snapped his bow in half and used it to physically attack the target dummy.
And because of this his instructor knew he did not have the patience to be an archer.
And because of this he was transferred to a position training in a more hands on environment.
Until finally he learned that his rage had a time and place to be used for his advantage.
And ever since that day he’s been fighting as a beserker in the kings army.