She could tell the other girl was caught off guard, which was-- not what she'd hoped for, honestly. She'd just assumed she'd get some over-the-top trash talk back, and maybe they'd exchange some simulated sword blows. One of them would theatrically die, and everyone could go on their way, having had their share of drama...

They could probably still achieve that, granted, if Jude made her next few lines count.

"Well, my rallying cry is--" What, exactly? "--that I demand a duel. For my family's honour. Which yours has grievously besmirched."

She trained her eyes on the other girl's, willing her to just take pick up the prompt. Come on...