Arya's a little reluctant to step forward with Alain slashing at Tom's vines, knowing that if he did manage to snap free of them that she'd be the first target in his path, not Tom, and she'd be overpowered by someone attacking her at such close quarters. She grits her teeth, grips her knife a little tighter, rising up onto her toes to reach Alain properly, drawing the knife across his throat and watching as the blood sprays forth, splattering warm onto her face.