The shem being held by his shirt scruff realized that all of this trouble wasn't worth it - if anything, the two other shems were beating them soundly in uneven odds and that certainly didn't make them look good at all. Added to that was the semi-humiliation of the same elf they'd just been making fun of now clinging to his leg; staring into Conlan's face, the shem finally nodded his head vigorously, and shouted at the others for them to go. The ones on the ground untangled themselves and reluctantly backed off to lick their wounds.
Arya was still holding on to the shem's leg, unaware that the fight was over - another shake and she looked up to realize that the fighting had stopped. Usually one of her brothers would tell her, but it was quite obvious that the groups were ceasing their fisticuffs. She released the boy's leg, plopping into the dirt on her bottom and carefully picked herself up, using arms and hands to lift her back end first and then stand up completely. The original shems who'd attacked her left through the gates to the alienage, but not before spouting off some nonsense about 'you'd better watch your backs!', solely to soothe their bruised egos rather than soundly intimidate.
She turned to the shem who had her bracelet, and held out an indignant hand for it, secretly hoping that these new shems were planning on doing anything more to her.