"It couldn't hurt." Perhaps it'd break the lock in the process, but then again, it could just screw it all up. But anything was better than nothing, and it was probably the smartest move to make. There would be jolting and clanging as the kicks were delivered.
Colten would look about for a weapon, any weapon, or anything that could help. He would turn away from the door searching about. Rounding a corner and beginning to lose hope; then he saw it, in a red emergency box, chipped paint and pealing metal, the glass dirty. But the head of an axe with a slight shine was clear within, though obscured. He would be quick to resting a hand on it, looking about, for cameras or anything. This could be one cruel joke, but much to his delight, without any prodding it swung open and his hands closed on the handle slowly but surely.
He would walk out from behind the corner, looking to Chou and as he would close the distance he would hold the weapon out to the man.