Dark Wrath

You've just been attacked. You stare down your attacker with the most malevolent glare. You look to the sky and the clouds grow black and move in front of the sun. Looking back at your attacker you stare with a wicked grin and calmly say "may the darkness eat your soul". Immediately after, the shadows all around grow inching towards your attacker. You reach out to your target palms up and raise your hands in the air. The shadows jump at the attacker and swirl around in a storm of blackness, a large beam of darkness shoots out from underneath them and their soul is ripped.