Judas, who had been strolling slowly towards her, still a good distance away, muscles tensed, just focusing on her, swayed to the side, the sword barely missing his neck and slicing into the dirt.
He sighed, still not changing his pace as he calmly strolled towards her, between her and her sword.
"You're so bloody predictable, you know that? Was that your grand plan?! Throw your sword at me!? What are you, a monkey?! Is 'throw stuff' your highest strategy or something?"