Lionel's Power Training and Carving [DONE]

Lionel swung his fist at the training dummy, there was plenty of splinters inside his hands, around his knuckles. He flopped onto the ground, leaning against the stump of wood that was once a pristine training dummy, until he began to train with it, it was soon reduced to a stump of beaten and splintered wood. He pulled himself back on to his feet and raised his foot in the air, bringing it down on top of the stump, by concentrating the lightning in his veins into his leg muscles and feet, he was able to hit hard and barely get damaged. The stump split in two and the resulting shockwave split the floor of the dojo around him, the owners of this place had learned to really hate foxhound, considering they broke everything they touched eventually. Lionel sighed and tediously went and fetch an old and worn toolbox from the utility room of the dojo. He moved the target out of the way. Lionel then proceeded to put on an old leather toolbelt, complete with a hammer and a box or two of nails. He fetched some lumber in the form of some planks, and proceeded sawing them down into size, but not before taking an informed guess on the measurements, he took note that he should make them a little too big, he could cut them down easier than he could get a new plank. He took the claw hammer and hooked the back of it, the claw end, into the floorboards and gave it a yank. The cracked and splintered floorboards soon gave way. He pulled them up and out of the floor. He began to attempt to fit in the newly fabricated floorboards into the gap, he sighed in relief as he discovered they were too big, good, he could easily cut them into size. He did so efficently with the saw, and then proceeded to reattempt this, still a little too large to fit in easily. He sawed them down a little bit. They were a millimeter too small this time, he would have to make due, he had a theory that might work. He gathered up all the sawdust he had created. He found some glue and some wood adhesive. He got a small bucket and poured the glue and wood adhesive in it, he fetched some water and dashed back, adding it in. He stirred the mixture, it needed to have less consistency, he added a little bit more of water, he poured in the sawdust, the sawdust quickly soaked up this concoction of water, wood adhesive and glue. He now had a bunch of pasty sawdust. He now held up one of the planks and put some of this sawdust on one side of the plank, with around a millimeter of the stuff on the side, he covered the other sides, he did the same with the other planks. He then made small notches in the pre-exising floorboards, and slotted in the planks easily, and held them in place until they stuck. The paste blended in quite well. Fine craftsmanship, if he were to say so himself. Lionel stretched and took the stump outside the dojo. He then proceeded to return the toolbox, belt, and leftover materials to the workshed. He went back into the dojo, and left some money on the counter to pay for the cost of replacing the training dummy. He took the training dummy that was now a singed and splintered stump and held it on his shoulder. Lionel then proceeded to jog at a mildly rapid pace all the way back to his guild. When he arrived, he opened the large doors, stepped inside and closed them behind him. He brought it up the stairs and into his study, he set out a sheet of cloth on the floor and set it on top. He took his tanto out of its concealed sheathe and sat down next to the stump, he began to carve away at the sides of the stump. He tirelessly with concentrated effort shaved off strips of wood. He had worked for an hour or two and stood up and stretched, and then yawned. Lionel had a smug grin on his face when he looked at what he had produced. It was a well carved wooden fox, it was around the size of Lionel's head, possibly a tiny bit larger, but not a lot larger. He smiled happily and put it on his desk.[750/750]

(Typed on my phone while I was camping and in the car on the way and to the campsite.)

Approved o.o