Use herself as bait

Lyra dressed herself up as a humble village girl, her weapons and armor hidden beneath her clothes. She hoped to lure the kidnappers into a false sense of security, then strike and cut them down.

She set off in the morning, heading along the road into the forest. The trees were thick, and even though the sun was high in the sky the forest was shaded and dark.

Lyra tried not to look too suspicious, but she was alert, listening to the sounds around her. She thought she would hear the kidnappers coming.

She didn't.

A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, blocked her way down the path. Lyra stopped with shock. The woman had gotten so close, and she hadn't heard a sound.

She looked the figure up and down quickly. A dark elf! Lyra had heard of dark elves, in her mother's stories. They were a race from the underdark!

The dark elf is wearing some strange material Lyra has never seen before. Black, smooth, clinging tightly to her body, like a second layer of skin. It hugs the dark elves curves, showing off her powerful sexy body.

The woman speaks with a soft tone.

"Ooh. look at this. A light elf. And here I thought this trip was turning out to be a waste. Our buyers will love you little one."

Lyra was ready. Her face flashed with anger, her cloak was thrown aside in a swift movement, revealing her thick leather armour, her swords, and bow.

Lyra spoke, trying to sound firm despite her anxiety. "Foul creatures! You should never have come to the surface!"

The dark elf giggles "He he. A wild one. Good. My friend and I love to tame little brats."

Friend?

Lyra heard a movement behind her and turned. Another dark elf was behind her! In the same tight outfit.

Lyra didn't see swords on either of their belts, but they did have some sort of whip. The dark elves drew their weapons, holding them expertly, and began to circle Lyra.

Lyra felt ready. She could do this. She moved with the drow. Watching them. Keeping them both within eyesight, her feet steady, her sword held ready to strike.

In a flash one of the row leapt forward, swinging with their whip. They moved far faster than Lyra could anticipate. Lyra blocked with her sword, expecting the fine elven steel to cut through the fragile whip.

But it didn't. The sharp edge of her sword bounced off the strange drow whip, leaving no mark. Lyra panicked and the whip continued it's movement, wrapping around her sword.

She pulled hard and her sword slipped free. The movement threw her off balance.