The noise Sarah made at having Glory latch on, painfully, to her hair was half enraged shriek at the nasty tactic and half feline snarl. "Hairpulling? What are you, three?" she taunted, reaching up to grab Glory's wrist. She was stronger than Sarah expected, stronger than she should have been and Sarah was forced to face the fact that she had miscalculated. Still, it wasn't entirely an upset yet.
"As for my neck? Sorry, you can't kill me here." Actually, Sarah wasn't entirely certain of that fact, as testing that meant possibly dying and that would have upset Peter. It was mostly a theory, but Glory didn't need to know that.
"And you're not going anywhere." Letting go of Glory with one hand, a crystal appeared, gleaming briefly, then shifted into flame that didn't seem to burn Sarah. If the bitch wouldn't let go, she'd give her a reason to let go.