A few seconds ago she would have been shouting at, or more likely tripping up or otherwise assaulting Junpei for dragging her along like this. But the steady profusion of the hair, far faster than she could cut it away, had focused her mind with a marvelous suddenness on the issue of what, exactly, was going to happen when it reached the critical mass necessary to completely engulf her and how she was going to stop that from happening.

Moving away was one possible solution, so Junpei was spared her attentions. A few bumps here and there, the pain of being pulled by her hair... nothing, really. An insult to dignity, but that was what she had just stopped caring about as the issue of survival took its all-encompassing hold. Magia Erebea and the Taiindou, discorportation... the powers that had best ensured her survival for so long were barred to her. There was nothing she could do but attack the manifestation of the curse that had taken hold of her, the hair itself, and her knife had already proved inadequate to the task.

Instead she fought against the fatigue that had come with her regeneration attempt to evoke her simplest magic, the arrows of ice, and channeled the intense cold into the black strands. At least as a puppeteer she had plenty of experience in this sort of application...

If cutting didn't work, perhaps freezing the hair solid would impede its progress.