The bad guy should always know that you're not running from them...
You're running at them.
I swear on everything holy, if I'm ever mugged, on the off chance I don't just blow the cat's brains out... I will take his wallet and shoes... and maybe even make him walk home with no pants. Sure, I'll drive a mile and litter his shit, it's not that I want his scrub stuff.
I just want him to have to go home to his old lady and explain that his attempt failed - and that he in fact got robbed. He will be robbed of his dignity - that's a win.