[This is not something Arya expects, but that doesn't mean she's not ready. She's trained long enough that some movements are instinctual and there's no need for thought or expectation. She leans her head back to avoid the swing and hops away on light feet. There's a moment of irritation that flashes across Arya's face. Hey!]
[But that indignation goes away quickly. If that's the way he wishes to spar, then so be it. There's a flash of a dark smile are her face as she starts to circle him in search of a makeshift weapon of her own. Ultimately, she settles for one of the knitting needles she's stashed in her jumpsuit pant's pocket.]
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[But that indignation goes away quickly. If that's the way he wishes to spar, then so be it. There's a flash of a dark smile are her face as she starts to circle him in search of a makeshift weapon of her own. Ultimately, she settles for one of the knitting needles she's stashed in her jumpsuit pant's pocket.]