(Smite)

You intone a prayer to the maker and the necklace you wear glows with white-hot light. As it does, the elf woman shrinks away from you.

"It burns!" She screams.

"Release me from your spell!" You demand.

She shrieks at you and you feel yourself pull the necklace off and throw it aside.

"A clever trick, but I still control you and your progeny. You will plant your seed inside me and it will grow into a great defiler of mankind. You think your petty charm can hurt me?"