Faith slammed the door again, catching her shoulder badly and having to step away with a wince of pain, trying to block out Azula's taunting.
"I'm gonna kill you bitch, I swear to god," she muttered, dark eyes glowering at the door. She had the Scythe. The bitch had the fucking Scythe. Admittedly she wouldn't have the ability to use it as Kumiko had, but the idea of her getting her filthy hands on her weapon made her blood boil.
And the threat to Kennedy was even worse. Faith knew the younger Slayer would have about as much success as her against the Fire bender and she feared for the girl who was like a younger sister to her.
One last slam against the door and it remained infuriatingly closed.
"It's not moving," she looked at Sam, guessing he was having the same problem. "And we're just gonna use up oxygen faster if we keep trying."
She eased his jacket off, flinching as it caught on her shoulder wound before she held it out to him with a faint wry smirk. "You can have this back if you want."