"Wooooooo--waugh!" Navaan tumbled off the kickline, dragged backwards by a deathgrip in her hair. "Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow! Let go! That's not how you sexy hair pull! Ow ow--PRESIDENT CARROT TOP!!!"

Just like bitchy sorceresses to ignore safewords. Honestly now.

Navaan flailed her arms wildly behind her, trying to smack the little purple freak off her hair and away from her. And if anybody asked, falling on her ass was also part of that. Trying to drag her down on the ground, too, or whatever.