Yosha was at the training grounds, she'd all ready beat three opponents in a dual and was happy with her skills. in one hand was Yosa, her sister and weapon parter her other, nothing but the sparks of electical power from her soul wavelength, the crackling sounded as deadly as it felt, very painful, very strong. she shoke the sparks away to brush her red hair from her preaty face, she was a yoshi...and a drop dead gorgous one at that.