It was too much to hope for. It was too obvious of an attack, and by the time she was swinging, he had already moved out of her way. The Judge usually was an elusive target, and strikes against him usually required finesse and timing rather than raw strength. His earlier failure was simply one of those few times where he screwed up.<br/><br/>"Regretting your choices yet?" He'd ask her, his voice a harsh monotone deprived of even a shred of emotional coloration.  He's backing away from her in a straight line as he takes out another bolt and reloads the crossbow, though this is a somewhat time consuming process.