[ it's on now. arya nicks his shirt, the cloth parting cleanly from the sharpness of the blade, and tetora grins. there's no two ways about it; this fight is one of the better ones that he's gonna have here, because there's no holding back between the two of them. the light in arya's eyes tells him as much.
tetora dances around arya for a moment, a quick readjustment of footwork, then swinging out with a slash across. ]
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tetora dances around arya for a moment, a quick readjustment of footwork, then swinging out with a slash across. ]