<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQboLyRhv87q2dV7lyxqjrb-QHbjw7vXPA9NxY2GnblMpQE3nv3rQ)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Willum Wildfang<br/><strong>Team:</strong>Clay Dewclaw<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Healing Arts Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team Dewclaw, Professor T<br/><br/>Willum smiled slightly at Caden's response, and had to hide an even bigger one when Professor T revealed the answer.  He had been right after all, though no big surprise considering how often his fathers had harped on him about it.  Awareness meant knowing your strengths and your weaknesses.  It was the difference between pressing a successful attack or overextending, and running at the right time or running too late.  Luckily for Willum, he hadn't blurted out the answer, and look like an insufferable know it all.  Instead, Caden got to look good, which was important, and everyone learned or re-learned and important lesson.<br/><br/>What surprised him though was during this entire speech, Professor T saw fit to dislocate her shoulder.  He knew what had happened when he heard the sound and saw the arm hang awkwardly at her side.  He would, considering it had happened to him often enough.  While he had been their only son and disciple, his parents had saw fit to only hold back what was necessary.  So it meant on more than one occasion, when he hadn't dodged quite fast enough, countered in just the right way or had made a foolish attack, he found himself in all sorts of pain and injury.  Good times in hindsight, since he learned valuable lessons and developed a handy skill in the mean time.<br/><br/>When Professor T called him up, Willum nodded and jumped out of his chair, making his way towards her.  As she was about to give some instruction, Willum held up a hand.<br/>"Hold on, let me take a good look at it first.  Trust me, okay?"<br/>Carefully examining the shoulder, front and back, he ran his hand lightly over the injury.  He paused, and to everyone who was watching closely, they could see him take a sudden breath as his eyes dilated and then tightly contracted.<br/>"Got it."<br/>In a sudden motion, he had his hands on her shoulder and with a quick jerk and loud, gruesome popping, the shoulder was back in place.<br/>"First time I had to fix a dislocated shoulder that wasn't my own," he explained. "It's a lot easier to do it with two hands instead of one."<br/><br/>Willum stepped back and went back to his desk, watching with further interest as she dislocated it again for other students to try.  That was some dedication to teaching.