Faith's heart felt like it stopped for a moment when she noticed the amount of blood on Sam's face. She took a breath before slipping her left arm under his shoulders to help ease him up.
She'd been about to answer him when Azula saved her the trouble. "Oh hell no," she muttered under her breath as the Princess made it damn clear what was happening.
As much as she hated it, the bitch was right. She'd never face anyone like her before, one who relied on something other than brute strength. Fire was too raw, too powerful. A real force of nature and something she couldn't exactly punch.
And one that could be used to do other things than burn.
Faith paled as she realized what Azula actually intended to do. In the back of her mind an oddly hysterical part of her wondered if they would actually roast or suffocate to death.
She glanced at Sam, trying to remember exactly what he had in that little demon blooded bag of tricks of his. Her own shoulder ached from the injury in the fight and her right arm was more or less useless. Even so, she got up from Sam's side and began try to slam against the door.
"You really think you're gonna kill us, bitch?" She shouted out, not even sure if the speaker system worked two ways. "Didn't you know you should never taunt your captives like that, they always find a way to escape."