At this point, one might expect the Judge to make some quip along the lines of 'you think you can get away from me?' but he doesn't. That's not him. No cheesy sayings, no verbal sparring with his enemies or what have you.  He was just cold, and quiet.  Unlike most heroes, he was treading a fine line; at any given time, he could fall on one side, and wind up a sociopath, a monster even worse than the things he fought against.<br/><br/>He doesn't seek to verbally interact with Red; Red wasn't even so much a person to him. She was basically an object. She was a filthy, disgusting, bloated parasite feasting off of the body that was civilization. She was cancer, and he was the chemotherapy that would purge her from the system.<br/><br/>As she went to retreat, he'd wait a few moments. She might think he was hesitating to fire, but really, he was just waiting for the right moment.  His aim twitched downwards at the same moment that he fired, so that the bolt launched from his crossbow soared towards her right leg, rather than her chest.<br/><br/>He could have made a much more lethal shot towards her head, maybe even aim directly for one of her eyes. But that wouldn't do it.  He wants her to hurt. He wants to see her suffer. He wants her to be the victim instead of the victimizer for a change.