<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>Dorm rooms, then to Chemistry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chemistry Class<br/><br/>Willum had to laugh when she poked a little fun at his hair.  He had never gotten the hang of styling it, the hair being about as stubborn as he could be at times, and eventually he had given up on keeping it perfectly neat.  Just getting it to the point where it wasn't sticking up everywhere was good enough, and the curly tips could just take care of themselves.<br/>"Well, every guy has to have a little bit of a wild side to him," he joked back at her.<br/><br/>"Nah, I had healing arts first thing in the morning.  But I know what you're talking about, Professor Armina certainly has the skills to be a combat teacher at this academy.  She might not have the raw speed that you do with your semblance, but she's got the reflexes, instincts and combat experience to keep up.  I went for a defensive strategy because I knew she outclassed me, but the only people to have battered through my defenses like that were my masters."<br/>Thinking back to the fight again, Willum probably should have gone out on her, using his semblance, weapons and all of his techniques all in one go.  It was clear after the fight that their difference in skill was such that there was no way he was in any danger of hitting her with some of the more destructive moves he knew.  The idea that he could unleash everything he knew made him smile, and he almost missed Gwen's next question.<br/><br/>Willum blinked in some surprise.  Teach?  He had never considered the possibility that he would be teaching someone.  He was always the student, never the master, and her question caught him momentarily off guard.<br/>"Teach?  Uh... well..." Willum furrowed his brow in thought, trying to come up with a satisfactory answer.  Thinking about the answer, it was clear to him how he should respond.<br/>"Honestly, I don't think I'm good enough to teach, not yet," he answered, scratching at his cheek in thought.  "I know five styles, and I know I haven't reached the point where I could call myself a master in any of them.  It's going to be years before that happens.  My technique still needs some refinement, and I'm not good enough yet to demonstrate some of the more difficult and dangerous techniques 100% safely."<br/>Yea, that seemed right.  Every time he had sparred with his fathers, he had always gone the full 100%, using every technique he knew and going for the kill because that was the only way he knew how to catch up to them as fast as he could.  This meant though that he had a harder time scaling back than most people did, and had to put more thought into what moves he would use rather than let instinct take over.  But... it would be a shame to not share some knowledge with someone who was interested.  And he owed it to his fathers to encourage other people into learning their styles.  There were some things he knew he could do without having to worry about hurting someone, especially someone who already knew how to fight.<br/>"I could show you the basics though, like some of the base forms, how to do some throws and strikes.  The stuff I'm confident I can do safely I know you could avoid getting hurt from.  So nothing fancy but you'll get the idea, maybe they'll be things you can adapt in your fighting?"<br/><br/>He was going to speak more when Dr. West started his lecture, explaining the reasoning behind the class.  Willum was okay in chemistry, good enough to pass without excelling in it, and even if he didn't already have an idea as to why the sciences would be important, he wouldn't have questioned the purpose of it anyway.  The head master seemed like a solid, sensible old man, and if two of his fathers trusted the man, Willum was willing to go along with the curriculum without much question.  The experiment itself was pretty interesting, and he wondered just what in the world was this compound X in the first place.<br/><br/>"You're idea sounds good to me.  One of my masters was fond of telling me that if you didn't know something, you started with the basics and worked your way up steadily until you did.  And you're right, he could be bluffing.  They say science is about testing everything you hear, so maybe we should test first to see if what he's saying is right."<br/>He held up the vials of fire and thunder dust.<br/>"Start with these two I guess?  And then after that, we test to see if the same works for the ice dust.  Maybe we should keep the amount of electric dust each time we do this the same, and just scale the fire and ice dust up and down? That way we don't worry about getting too much electric dust, and we can figure out a good ratio that way."