I said my sword was a tool of justice. Not used in anger. Not used for vengeance. But now... Now I'm not so sure. And besides, this isn't my sword.
Sometimes freezing really is the right thing to do, sometimes fleeing is the right thing to do, sometimes putting yourself in harms way is the right thing to do, sometimes fighting is the right thing to do. In situations like that, unless you're somehow trained for them, it seems like your body just kind of randomly picks one.