~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kapra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Excuse me...pardon, if ve coult stand back for zeh moment?" I ask, having noticed most of the doors in the hallway were already busted on my way here. Still, 002's was one of the few which had simply been opened. From the outside, I sized it up; 3 inches deep, single section handle, full hinges. This next part, I was always a little embarrassed of in the aftermath, but getting hype is a true virtue of a fighter. "Keepa, dear~" I coo from behind the door, knowing he might not like what I was going to ask of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keepa ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stepping back at Kapra's request, I quickly caught on to what she was doing...and the way she asked for me couldn't have been good. "Yeeesss?" I ask, playing along as I get on the other side of the door. "Coult you be my spotter?" She asked in the same tone, her breath changing as I could hear hopping footsteps like a boxer getting into their stance. "Fine..." I sigh, bracing myself as hard against the door as I could before asking, "So, what exactly are you-"
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Keepa was cut off by a screech of bending steel as five finger-shaped indents punched into the center of the door about half an inch. "Ouf...coult you hold zeis?" Her voice came as she handed Keepa a telescopic guard baton, likely acquired on their way to meet up with the others. The boy laughed, lightly, waving the handle to the group. "Anyone vahnt it?" he asked before a second impact almost knocked him over. "Good, good...now vee just...tuuurrrnn!" her voice straining as the finger indents widened, turning in on each other, slightly. Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Kapra was gripping the steel into a handle while holding onto the actual door handle as to fashion a rinky-dink shield out of the hunk of metal. "Hinges, if you vould?" She chirps to Keepa who was strangely in sync with her thinking, already spreading his fingers across the hinges of the door which gained a blacking hue and popped against each other from some immense cold.

With unassuming ease, Kapra torn the door from the hinges which shattered from the stress, lifting it from the ground and smashing it right-side up into the floor beside her with the use of the one hand still implanted in the steel. Tile and cement split from the force and weight. Keepa, meanwhile gingerly peeled the chunks of metal from his fingertips which had stuck when he lost focus upon the breaking, pausing as he lost a bit of skin from the last one. "It'll do, yes?" she asked.