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It was so relaxing and warm to be submerged in the bath.  Around her candlelight flickered, giving the darkness a chance to dance.  Bronzed fingers moved through the soapy water, ensuring her whole body would be clean.  She lifted them, scooping up some of the bubbles and held them up to her lips.  She blew causing them to either raise into the air or fall about in frothy disarray.

Breaking her silent requiem the stupid watch thing beeped from a nearby counter.  It was calling her to action.  Excitement gripped her stomach as she quickly raised herself from the bath.  Lifting it up and fiddled with the object.  Despite years of using it she still did not have the hang.  She pressed a couple of buttons until she found the right one.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"I will be right there,"[/b][/color] she said.  Her accent was thick sounding similar to a Spanish accent but her 'S's were elongated and emphasis was put into 'K' and 'CH' sounds.  Her vowels were rounded and lyrical.

"Oh... No, that's okay Yatzil." A voice came through the object.  "You just.... relax today."

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Relax?"[/b][/color] she demanded of the watch.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"My help is always needed."[/b][/color]

"Well, you see..."  There was silence for a moment.  "They are fighting robots!  Technology.  Its okay we understand, just... stay home."  She wrinkled her nose and growled softly.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Fine."[/b][/color]  Fighting whatever robots were sounded terrible.  The only way she knew this was because they said the dreaded word.  Technology.  She tossed the watch aside and took the time to rinse off the bubbles from her body.  Since she had nowhere to be she styled her hair in its usual loose waves and applied some eye make up.  She suspected it had something to do with her last mission.  It wasn't her fault she had decimated that cute little pharmacy down town.  If that blaggard hadn't moved out of the way and let her hit him she would have never hit the building!  What was she supposed to do with her time now?

Yatzil decided, even though she had just taken a bath, perhaps she would train.  She blew out her candles and exited to the main part of the room.  It was simple and surprisingly neat despite her energetic and chaotic nature.  There were colours everywhere.  In throw rugs of a tribal design, wall hangings and decoration.  There were also candles placed about the room.  When the hum and buzz of electric light became too much she would light these instead.  For now, she used the lights normally.  The only other technology in the room was a flat screen television she was supposed to use to watch the news.  It had recently been changed out from her old tube television that she had just started getting used to.  The flat screen was covered by a blue and green mandala decorated sheet.  She had also recently received a new computer.  From her old, big fat monitor style from the 80s to this flat, this thing she was terrified she would break.  This too she had been hesitant to use and remained on a desk without having been turned on in months.

She threw on a pair of very small black shorts and wife-beater style tank beneath her Tower Grays.  From a closet, she grabbed her oversized composite bow.  It was nearly as tall as Yatzil.  She had decorated it with coloured threads and feathers hung from either end.  The arrows she made herself, slim wood and falcon feather.  While Yatzil was conservative about new technologies she loved her composite bow.  With a large grin on her face, she left her room and entered the gym.

Since the heroes had left, she could have full access to the space.  She set up a couple of targets at one end of the gym and she stood at the other.  Her first shot was off the mark, just outside of the center.  The next hit dead center.  Yes.  Pulling back her bowstring again, she breathed in, breathed out, and let the arrow fly.  It pushed the arrow at the center through the target and shattered it in the process.  Beautiful.

Since she felt suitably warmed up she removed the grays and tossed them to the side.  Her practice consisted of rolling, jumping and climbing things while loosing arrows at the targets.  Most hit their marks.  A couple had embedded themselves in the walls.  Oops. Unfortunately her practice was cut short as Dawn called together a group of people for practice.  The cat danced and Valor got scared.  Typical.  The whole thing looked like a zoo.  She loved sweet, sweet chaos but this was too much.  She sighed setting aside the bow and approached her fellow heroes.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"What is it that be going on here?  Looks like party."[/b][/color]  A feral smile spread across her face as she tilted her head up toward Dawn. She placed her hands on her hips, cocking one toward him.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"Want some help?"[/b][/color] she inquired in a light, teasing purr.