"[b]Why would you want to copy my style?[/b]" Sol asked slightly confused by the notion. Even if he'd wanted to teach her how he fought he wasn't sure he could. His 'style' was simply born from experience, trying to teach her would be like trying to teach her own to breath. You just do. "[b]That would be like trying to copy another person and act exactly like them. There's no point. Still if training is what you want perhaps we could spar later. My-[/b]" He paused for a moment and checked his schedule, "[b]Sixth period is free and I imagine after school some time is allowed for activities, would either of those times be acceptable?[/b]" He inquired as they slowly walked to class. Sandra hm? The name was quickly memorized, forgetting it would make him seem inattentive and uncaring, both of which he had no desire to been seen as.