They're ready for her this time

Reluctantly, Nyssa neared the camp yet again, crouching low. She took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she needed to do this yet again. They'd already seen her butt, she didn't want to expose any more.

She threw a pebble. The routine was beginning to feel a bit familiar.

This time, though, she felt her heart sink as instead of following the sound, the assassins stiffened and started looking outwards. She cursed inwardly; she'd gotten complacent. She couldn't do the same thing over and over and expect it to always work, the League trained that attitude out of people.

As one looked towards her, she ducked lower again, laying flat on the ground with her cheeks burning. That was too close. Getting past wasn't going to be so easy this time.

She threw a second pebble, perhaps vainly. Even if they didn't investigate it, instinct made them look towards the sound, and Nyssa used the cover to dart to a nearby rock.

She stopped on all-fours, chest heaving as she tried to pant silently.

Then an awful thought occurred to her. They'd already seen her from behind. Sneaking didn't seem like it could possibly work, so maybe it was better to just cut her losses and get it over with? Nyssa swallowed, shaking slightly.

She poked her head around the rock, pulling back quickly. The six assassins were all on their feet, surveying the surroundings of the campsite with all their training. Even she couldn't hide in so little.

She looked out again, and winced. She saw one mouth 'there!' with a gesture, speaking silently so she wouldn't have been alerted to the fact they'd seen her, were she anyone else. Even if they didn't make it obvious, all eyes were on her hiding place.

Nyssa bit her lip and made a pitiful sound she'd deny ever having made. No escaping this.

With a deep breath, Nyssa pushed out of her hiding place, glad of the rope hiding her breasts to offer her at least a little modesty, but it didn't slow her sprinting. She ran frantically with all the speed she could muster, leaping over rocks she might once have hidden behind, cheeks burning.

Oh, when she caught up to Sara...

The air rushed past her, hair whipping behind her as she began to pass them, once more baring her behind.

Then something hit her ankles. She had just enough focus to recognize a rope-arrow, one of the League's easy ways to trap a target by tangling up their ankles, as she stumbled over to the floor. Nyssa's eyes widened, and she kicked with increasing desperation, the mess of rope around her legs making it hard for her to continue.

She rolled over until she was laying on her back, squirming, and sitting up as best she could to reach down. She muttered under her breath, trying to remember the easiest way to get out of this kind of trap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the assassins draw closer, hurrying to the figure they'd caught. In the same breath, felt realized her struggling had seen the knotted rope around her midriff shift, falling down to expose her breasts. Still, she was too busy fiddling with the tangle around her ankles to worry about that. If she didn't get free...

They wouldn't hurt her. They'd know who she was, so they wouldn't dare, but the idea of them finding out that it was the Heir to the Demon who'd been running in the nude past their camp was humiliating enough.

Nyssa wrenched on the rope around her ankles desperately, wriggling naked on the ground, as the strangers drew nearer.