"I never said I had a dragon's powers,"  The succubus smirks, seeing the slight wound on the gold dragon's neck.  She shifted fluidly, also assuming a more anthropomorphic form, regaining her voluptuous features.  As the two enormous chompers gained on her, she twisted, simultaneously kicking one and slamming the other with her tail, sending them flying in opposite directions.  "Of course, I<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>still have the powers of a succubus."<br/><br/>Her eyes glow violet, and her voice is overwhelming in the dragon's mind, the sound seemingly originating from the scratch on his neck: *Stop them from following me, any way possible.  If they follow,<span style="font-style: italic">they will die</span>.*<br/><br/>Not only does every syllable of thought seem to carry a wave of pleasure, but the idea behind the command seems to make sense as well.  At the end of the command, visions of Wendy's and Arkain's deaths appear with perfect clarity.  Not as a threat, but a warning.<br/><br/>Before the chomps can get back to her, she rockets into the air with a mighty downward blast from her wings.