[She adjusts; this isn't Needle, it's a shorter reach, and she shouldn't be afraid to get in close. She's not afraid of anything. The feint is her favorite lesson, though, one of Syrio's earliest: she must not only look with her eyes, but see.
Arya's sloppy; her training did not last and has been sparse and graceless since. But she remembers the dancing that she loved, and she ducks under Vin's blade, stepping wide and almost stumbling, but putting herself out of immediate danger. Her eyes are wide and her pulse is going, but there's a smile on her face.
Closer.
She moves in again, thrusts like a sword for Vin's belly.]
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Arya's sloppy; her training did not last and has been sparse and graceless since. But she remembers the dancing that she loved, and she ducks under Vin's blade, stepping wide and almost stumbling, but putting herself out of immediate danger. Her eyes are wide and her pulse is going, but there's a smile on her face.
Closer.
She moves in again, thrusts like a sword for Vin's belly.]