"You wish to learn my techniques? Why?"
"To grow stronger. To be something other than a victim or a witness."
"To understand the Fateful Claw, you have to understand what it means to walk the White Road. You have to give up everything it means to be a regular human and yet delve into that life now and then to remind yourself you too are still as flawed in being as the next person. There is no such thing as perfection, only constant improvement."
And so the student is taken to a mighty oak and told to bring it down with her bare hands.
Always aim at the vital organs! Always attack and viciously too! The head's a good place to go for, attack the throat! Claw at the eyeballs! Hit the weak spots. Smash the kidneys! Kick at the groin! Aim to cripple, to maim! Kill the son of a bitch with any means you can! You don't wield a weapon, you ARE a weapon now strike! Kill. Kill. KILL OR BE KILLED!
With all her anger and resentment the student smashes the oak to kindling, surprised and amazed she was able to do so herself. The blood seeping from her hands dark in the night's black.
"Good. If you can do that to a tree as old and wise as that imagine what those hands will do to a soft, yielding human body. Now tend your wounds and gather the wood for a fire, I'll cook you a bone broth that will make you forget your troubles."