Sorry, Duo, she's not going anywhere. Not if he feet sunk ankle-deep into the dirt have anything to say about it.

"What's your problem?" she demanded, glaring at nothing as she tore her hand from his.

"He's not a monster. I don't know why you're so scared of him. He can't do anything to me that I can't stop."

It was true. Without Harth's sleeping spells, Toph had the upper edge. Sure, he was strong, probably fast, and likely not too bothered by many injuries she could inflict, but she'd eat her own feet if he managed to break out of being completely immobilized by solid rock. None of this occurred to her, though. He was just... just Harth. Just a too-thin, scrawny, quiet and shy kid who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and was being accused of so many senseless things.

And Harth certainly couldn't kill Toph.