Mary felt the pain go jolting through her face, like her her eyeball was exploding, and she stumbled back, grabbing for a bookcase to keep herself up right. It had been a long time since she'd been punched in the face.
Had the last time she'd been in a physical fight been with Lucifer? Judas had no chance of messing her up as badly as that had. Judas also didn't want to actually murder her, despite any of the nasty words he threw her way.
She could feel a line of hot blood streaming across her eye, jumping down to her cheek each time she blinked. "Still you," she sniffed, smearing the blood back off her cheek and finding that the shock of the pain had knocked her a little out of her extreme antagonism. At least for the moment.