Scorching Depths
The hair in Erszébet's hand immediately turns white and brittle. She glances at it, tosses it away, and keeps running.
She can't outpace Sekhmet in her warrior form though. (She probably could, were Sekhmet manifesting a different Name, but Resyr Lotaka is a physical paragon.) The fiendish queen's hand closes around the succubus's tail and yanks her backwards off her feet. "Just what were you planning to do with that hair?" The prisoner remains silent.