"Now," Bronn began, circling her, "I was told you trained with some Bravoosi."
"Syrio Forel," Arya stated proudly, "The First Sword of Bravoos."
Bronn spat in response. "Those Bravoosi are full of shit, dancing around with their fancy 'technique.' No, you need to learn how to fight proper. Draw your sword." Arya, compelled to protect her former teacher's honor, raised her blade. Bronn lunged at her, using his dulled sword to make quick, target attacks. Arya successfully dodged the first flurry but was knocked to the ground when Bronn backhanded her. She landed on her sore ass, which sent a surge of pain through her.
"Hey, that's cheating," Arya complained, standing up and rubbing her cheek.
"There's no cheating in life. You win or you die. So try your best to win." He launched another attack, again using underhanded tactics. One thing Arya noticed was how he used his surroundings. As he fought he pushed vases over and ducked behind trees. Every time Arya was knocked down, she learned.
After two hours, and the destruction of the courtyard, Arya was showing real improvement, though her butt still hurt like hell.
"Okay, one more bout before we break for the day," Bronn said, raising his sword. "I've got wine to drink, food to eat, and women to fuck."
"In that order?" Arya joked, raising Needle. As Bronn charged, Arya contemplated her strategy.
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