[ several things happen at once: the creature meant to be catelyn stark swipes at gendry's face; arya, unable to strike at her mother, drops to the floor in a dead weight; nymeria dives around grey wind to jump the woman.
catelyn stark's screams pierce the cold, cold air, sounding more like a wolf's howls than a woman's cries. arya closes her eyes and slaps her free hand against her ear in a futile effort to stop the sound. she's freed a second later; though the pretender is strong enough to shove nymeria off her, she must let go of arya first.
arya doesn't think. confused and terrified, her wrist aching each time she puts weight on it, she scrambles away. she tastes earth when she slips. her hand flashes out blindly to find something to help her up and finds gendry's leg. the woman is still screaming. her mother is still screaming. arya sobs. ]
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catelyn stark's screams pierce the cold, cold air, sounding more like a wolf's howls than a woman's cries. arya closes her eyes and slaps her free hand against her ear in a futile effort to stop the sound. she's freed a second later; though the pretender is strong enough to shove nymeria off her, she must let go of arya first.
arya doesn't think. confused and terrified, her wrist aching each time she puts weight on it, she scrambles away. she tastes earth when she slips. her hand flashes out blindly to find something to help her up and finds gendry's leg. the woman is still screaming. her mother is still screaming. arya sobs. ]