Outrun them

You're fucking fast and you know it, and you decide to simply outpace them. Lowering your head a bit, you streak down the street, bare soles slapping painfully against the cobblestone street, letting your excellent hearing judge the distance between you and the guards.

It isn't long before you begin to hear their footsteps falling away behind you, but it's then that one of them reminds you of something you had forgotten: There are more guards than them. As you hear a shouted "Stop her!" you glance up, seeing several more guards turn your way, their hands reaching for their swords even as they begin to move to block your path. You put on a burst of speed, sailing past them before any of them can get their swords clear of their scabbards, continuing to run for all you're worth.

You hear them begin to run after you, picking up the pursuit even as the original set of guards finally stop. Rounding another corner, you realize you've run into a dead end, as the city wall looms before you. Glancing back, you can see the guards aren't more than fifty feet behind you, and they know you're cornered too. A quick look to the sides reveals no alleyways, and you look back to the wall, realizing there's only one hope of getting out of this.

Nearing the wall, you plant a foot, and launch yourself at it, your toes digging for purchase in the rough stone as your fingertips stretch desperately for the top of the wall. Just as your toes begin to slide, your fingertips hook the top of the wall, and you yank yourself up with enough **** to actually launch yourself into the air. Taking advantage of that, you tuck yourself into a front flip, even as you hear an "Oh shit!" from behind you.

You sail through the air, clearing the far side of the wall with inches to spare, before landing on the far side, instinctively tucking into a front roll to lessen the impact. You come out of the roll standing, and sprint for the nearby treeline, slightly thankful for the softer dirt beneath your feet, and moments later you've disappeared into the trees.

After travelling a short distance in, you make one last, powerful leap, carrying yourself some 15' straight up into a tall, sturdy tree, where you pick a sturdy branch and sit down to rest, chest heaving from the exertion of your run. Sweat forms a sheen on your soft skin, and your nipples stand at attention atop your perky breasts, despite the run you've just been through.

"Damn, that was exhilarating," you think to yourself, before you start to think about your current situation, and your thoughts turn more somber. You're naked, unarmed, and penniless, and you've lost the message you were to deliver. A faint breeze carries the scent of seawater to you again from the west, and the city lies back to your north.

You ponder your limited options. You probably should try to get back to Clyde and let him know you lost the message. Maybe he can lend you a hand. There's also the off chance you might be able to steal something to wear. Unbidden, a though of you, on your knees, sucking a merchant's cock, crosses your mind, and you realize there might be other ways to acquire something to wear, and maybe more. You could always head west, too, and see what's over that way, as you might not want to reenter the city quite yet.