The deep magical scar across the Djinn's chest peeked from underneath the torn shirt. Dual-irised eyes of flame shifted from its intended direction directly to the Succubus, seeing straight into its natural form and past the smokey cloud it floated in. In a snap of movement, Kennet grabbed Namaah by her throat and forced her to shift into a solid form- whether natural or not, he did not care. Knowing the creature changed form to the desires of its intended hunt, Naamah would find itself forced to make a decision of its own as the Djinn had no preferences that could be sensed.
Fire glowed brighter as his large hand gripped around their neck with the intensity of its flame behind the touch and held them against the closest building. A smirk still crooked on his lips, Kennet tilted his head to the side. "You are so predictable, Namaah." His tone cool, his sound hisses and spit with the crackle of his fire. Desert spice filled the air around them as if he had held it back until the demon caught up to his trap.