As he saw Red move to block his exit, he'd wordlessly hurl one of his throwing daggers right at her chest; it might not stop her, but at the very least, he hoped it'd hurt her while she was otherwise distracted. Still, it could very well end up clattering uselessly against that accursed vault door.<br/><br/>Judge finds his way out blocked, and his odds of getting out of here plummet lower than they already were. Still, he didn't bother himself with that cynical line of thought. The moment the one exit was barred from him, he redirected his thoughts to finding the best, alternative route out.<br/><br/>His lips twitch underneath the mask, forming into a snarl that could not be seen. Damn these women.... he'll have his revenge, though. All in good time. First thing's first, though, he reminds himself. He makes a beeline towards the nearest window, hopping over the shock waves and dancing around the falling and fallen debris with amazing (for a human) deftness.