One of the shems fighting yelled, maybe at her, but she wasn't terribly sure nor worried about that - no, the ones fighting over her bracelet, one of them had bent down and grabbed it! How was she supposed to get it now? She was of the understanding that the two boys who had somewhat started the fight were trying to protect her (something her brothers should've been around to do) so maybe she ought to help out. Terin had showed her how to punch, although it was all in playfulness, and she often grabbed onto Sellion and let him carry her around while she was wrapped around his leg. Though it'd been apparent from the first that this boys were far rougher than her brothers, the desire to get her bracelet back overrode the sense of danger that should have been screaming in her head.
The boy fighting Conlan was indeed back on his feet and looking to repay his humiliation with a kick since his attacker was crouching on the ground for whatever reason. Arya, without thinking, changed this plan of attack when she jumped and grabbed on to the boy's leg, bringing it back to the ground with all of her tiny weight, holding on to a thin appendage covered with pants that probably hadn't been washed in some time.
"What the..." The boy, startled, tried to shake her off, but Arya held on for all she was worth.