twenty-five. She'd done a fine job of hiding and managing up until this point. She'd paused for a drink of water when she heard soft footsteps. Like a doe, she froze as she saw the woman emerge from the corner of her eye. And then, with new energy inspired by her hunter, she sprang up and ran.
Nephthys had never been under any impression she was a fighter like Sekhmet or (she may as well think it) Set. She could punish, she could argue but clashing physically was not her thing. Flight was the option best suited to her but it would be enough now. A burst of pain was felt when a dagger struck her in the shoulder. Then a second when it caught her in the side and she stumbled.
That pause would be her undoing as the hedges reached out for her to take her within themselves.