Time to run!

Evellyn can see where this is rapidly leading to, and isn’t keen to experience it, so she decides to bolt, bare ass turned towards the half-elf. She begins sprinting away like a hare out of a predator’s clutches, hoping to get back across the ridge and dart out of sight. However her keen hearing picks up a curious sounds behind her.. something whistling through the air.

”Hrruunk!” Evellyn lets out a loud gurgle as a lassoed rope descends around her form and is quickly yanked tight, expelling the breath from her chest as she’s suddenly halted in place. With another tug she’s ignominiously pulled backwards, tumbling down on her ass. The world is upside down for her, as her gaze follows the trailing rope to where the half-elf is holding it, reeling her in.

”I’m not letting a fine catch as yourself get away that easily, milady.” she taunts Evellyn, putting specific mocking emphasis on the final word. The rope is wrapped tight around Evellyn’s waist, catching her arms in between as well, and as she struggles to get free the huntress pounces. She’s rolled over, face to the forest floor, and can feel the huntress restraining her further with additional ropes. Soon enough she’s tightly bound; her knees roped together and her hands behind her back, with the rope wound around her torso a few more times for good measure. Quite a predicament.