Nyssa:

“I bet you 50 bucks I can make it to that row of graves without being seen,” Nyssa whispered conversationally to Wolfgang. They lay on their stomachs under a rickety bench. The graves Nyssa was referring to were almost ten metres away, on the other side of a waist-high chain fence.

Wolfgang shot her a skeptical look out of the corner of his eyes. “There is two of our friends between here and there.” It had been almost ten minutes since Wolfgang had bitten a chunk out of the first ogre’s hand. They had taken to ground when his friends had come to investigate the screams.

“I bet you can’t do it,” Nyssa said, a challenge glinting in her eyes. The wind whipped her hair around her face. She shivered. They would need to move soon anyway. The temperature had continued to drop and the mud they were lying in was beginning to freeze. It didn’t bother Wolfgang much but Nyssa was still half human.

“You’re on,” he said, shaking her outstretched hand firmly.

Nyssa wiggled out from underneath the bench, shivering again when the wind hit her. She took a minute to stretch out her frozen limbs and loosen the joints that had stiffened from the awkward position she’d been forced into. She could sense the malevolent aura of their enemies on either side of the path she was going to take. They were alert and angry.

Look away, she thought in their direction. She slipped out of the shadows of the trees, crouching gracelessly in the mud. When she was sure the Thing One and Thing Two were facing the other direction she wiggled over the open ground on her stomach and elbows. She kept her face pressed to the grass. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Her head hit the fence and sent it jingling. She froze at the soft sound, waiting for one of the men to shout out. A short pause where Nyssa monitored the men’s minds. There was no reaction. No sharp spike in attentiveness, no suspicion or curiosity. She heaved a sigh of relief then heaved herself over the fence.

Another short one but there will be an extra upload on Wednesday