She uses unchivalrous tactics

Grinning, Arya deftly rolled away from his charge. Bronn quickly recovered, chasing her around the courtyard. Arya ran, leaping over benches and ducking under tree branches. She bent one back and let it slap Bronn across the face. Realizing her enemy was dazed, Arya pressed an attack. Bronn parried her swipes and pushed over a bench, using it to create distance between himself and his student. Arya, not wanting to lose her advantage, lept over the bench and continued her ****.

Now fighting over a spilled vase, Bronn kicked up some dirt. However, Arya knew this trick and side-stepped it, going for Bronn's legs. The experienced sellsword was **** to stumble backward, Arya managing to get a few hits off with the back of her blade. His stamina waning, Bronn tried one last attack. However, Arya used her teacher's own trick against him, kicking dirt into his eyes. Blinded, he was easily tripped by his student, falling flat on his back.

"Looks like I win," Arya bragged, kicking Bronn's sword away.

"You learn quick. I'll have to stop going easy on you." Arya responded by pointing her blade at his neck. "Hey, careful with that!"

She considered having some fun with Bronn, but the pain from her ass told her otherwise. Next time, she thought, sheathing her sword and offering him a hand.

"You learn quick, girl," Bronn chuckled, taking the hand and getting up, "But don't get too cocky. You still got a long way to go."

"Yeah, yeah," Arya said, still proud of her accomplishment. "Melisandre mention what she wants me to do next?"

"She said something about meeting in her solar or something," Bronn replied, brushing the dust and dirt off his armor. "If you see her, tell her if she needs me I'll be in Littlefinger's old brothel."

Arya just rolled her eyes. "Men." Without another word, Arya strode off to her next task.