The last place you wanted to be was the woods, but you had a witch on your hands, and the village leaders were very clear, you and your men were to slay her without mercy.
So far there had been no traces of the witch, except for some foot prints and whispers in the darkness, but something felt different about this night. You felt eyes on you from all directions.
The sounds of screaming snapped you out of your sleep and without much thought you had burst from your tent with your sword in hand, sprinting in the direction of the commotion, only to be met with chaos.
A beautiful woman stood before the blazing campfire, dancing rhythmically to music that came from nowhere. She moved like a serpent, her skin glowing from the light of the flames as your men jerked around violently, forced into an aggressive, hypnotic dance.
The men felt their bodies groan and break as they moved against their will. Limbs dislocating, muscle's tearing, bones snapping. Phantom whispers hiss from the shadows as your companions crunch like twigs under the weight of the enchantment.
As you watched on in horror, her glowing eyes fell upon you, cunning and malicious like those of a prowling wolf.
"Come to me mortal. Dance for your mistress. Dance to your death."