Evangeline was halfway between angry at Junpei for making such a melodramatic racket and actually taking him seriously on account of the fear in his voice when the issue was rendered moot by the feeling of the hair wrapping around her ankles. The Magus Puparum, bound... and by her own hair, even. Ironic. She might have appreciated that if she wasn't too busy being pissed.

At least Junpei, to his credit, had more or less the right reaction. She turned into a crouch and swung her kukri at the length of hair extending from her own, held fast by her temporary minion. With any luck severing the length around her legs from its source on (ugh) her scalp would stop it from creeping any higher.