Foggy Dew stepped up to the training arena with a bit of a determined look on his face. He'd seen other kin fail to take down the well-made dummy, but he wasn't going to be one of them. He'd seen the others work hard to even dent the training device, but he was going to level it.

Roll 1: 3 2 4 3 3

His first kick had been pretty solid, a few bits of wood chipping off of the dummy's side and a satisfying crunch had left him feeling confident. He shook out his mane before going back for another hit, surprised at just how durable this thing was.

Roll 2: 5 6

His second attempt hadn't yielded any results, probably because Foggy Dew had misjudged where he'd needed to hit. He tried again, this time focusing hard on the spot that he'd already left a mark on. If he could hit the weak spot maybe he could knock the dummy over.

Surprising himself, he landed a hit on the spot he'd kicked before, but the dummy didn't budge. Disappointed in his performance, Foggy Dew left the training area with a scowl, moving to the shadowed area of the trees to try to lick his wounds.

Roll 3: 5 1

Total: 9