Judas shook his throbbing hand and stared at her. He hadn't planned on this, but... he wasn't about to apologise. The blood seemed to have shocked them both into stillness though, ending the fight.
Gradually, he moved back to his beers, and picked one up for a drink. He was trembling a bit with the comedown from adrenaline, and needed the beer to steady himself. "Fuck," he muttered, and picked up his cigarette from the ashtray.