Faith was beyond noticing or hearing anyone, at the moment, unless they were directly in front of her. Her eyes were in tunnel-vision mode; she didn't even realize that by running through a forest, her feet were bleeding again, leaving a trail for anyone who might follow. As she topped a small hill, her eyes focused somewhat on the woman that was before her, and Faith didn't even attempt to slow down. She hit her, hard, at a full run, sending both women to the ground.
A grunt of surprise escaped Faith, because with the way their limbs were tangled, it felt as if the woman was trying to fight her. Stop her. Capture her again. When they landed, Faith rolled and ended up on the bottom, glaring up at the woman above her. Without a second thought, her body instinctively went into survival mode. A punch struck Leela in the jugular, and an uppercut hit her nose, designed to break it. She then shoved the woman off of her and straddled her in return, one hand closing around Leela's throat.
Leela may not have known it, but Faith was about to answer her prayers. She flinched slightly when another of her side wounds opened, but her only response was to have her hand begin to close around the woman's throat, blocking off her airways. Right now, Faith was in a kill or be killed state of mind...and she wasn't going to be killed that easily.