[This is, of course, deliberate. The bruise Stark left her is long since faded, but just as that didn't faze her, so the prospect of a knife in her gut is nothing at all. Pain isn't something she fears anymore. It's a weapon Camon had over her, but Camon is dead, dead, dead, and now - pain is a roadblock. An inconvenience. Not an enemy.]
[So she twists enough that the dagger, when it hits her, only cuts skin and the barest hint of muscle. It bleeds, and it hurts, but she's had worse - much (Marsh, Zane, Ruin) - and pewter keeps her going so that, while Arya's blade is pulling away from her skin, she can whip snake-quick, grab her wrist, and twist her around, arm around her neck, blade to her jugular.]
[Her voice is quiet; she's completely still again, though wary.]
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[This is, of course, deliberate. The bruise Stark left her is long since faded, but just as that didn't faze her, so the prospect of a knife in her gut is nothing at all. Pain isn't something she fears anymore. It's a weapon Camon had over her, but Camon is dead, dead, dead, and now - pain is a roadblock. An inconvenience. Not an enemy.]
[So she twists enough that the dagger, when it hits her, only cuts skin and the barest hint of muscle. It bleeds, and it hurts, but she's had worse - much (Marsh, Zane, Ruin) - and pewter keeps her going so that, while Arya's blade is pulling away from her skin, she can whip snake-quick, grab her wrist, and twist her around, arm around her neck, blade to her jugular.]
[Her voice is quiet; she's completely still again, though wary.]
Not everyone fears death.
Again?