Abigail almost took a step back, the stranger's expression had changed so quickly, but she managed to force her feet to stay anchored where they were.  He talked a lot for someone who didn't have time.  Why did they always talk so much when there wasn't time?  By the time he stopped rambling on about judging her there was a mallet over his head, huge and ready to come barreling down on her like a giant's food over a red bug.  

"Judgement?"  Abigail's mind flashed.  It danced around the man's words and she quickly came to the conclusion that anyone willing to allow their fate to be dictated by some relic, be it a god's or the devil's, could never be innocent.  innocence wasn't something which came from some sky king's decree, but from the understanding of right, wrong, and the deliberate choice to act accordingly.  "Screw you, and screw your judgmental cartoon mallet."  She pulled out her blade and rushed at the man, fully intent on swiping at his chest before he could bring down the weapon.

"If I wanted to keep on serving some pretentious version of right or wrong I would've never left home!"