Her pulse pounding and her irritation surging through her, Ehnola gathers her will. Quietly Gaeloraxus whispered encouragement and recommendations to her. Even though she was was ready to be rid of the often obnoxious spirit, she also knew that it knew more about Magic than she did, and it had never lead her astray in this regard before. She was glad she did, as she could feel the spells trying to get away from her. His recommendations allowed her to wrestle the power back under control, although it twisted and bucked more that she recalled ever having to deal with before.
The shadows around her swelled and surged, forming first menacing man-shaped shadows that quickly began to shift and spread, becoming writhing masses of shadowy shapes and tentacles. The sound she generated started as a low bass rumble of threatening masculinity, but as she began to move forward, the sound began to echo and resonate through the townhouse. With a final surge of power the statement "get the f&%£ outta my house" boomed out from her so loud she could barely hear the crack and shatter of the remaining windows blowing out. A surprisingly high pitched pair of screams preceeded two teens charging out of the kitchen and through the sliding back door. A clatter of something metallic clanging against the tile floor sounded behind them.
Ehnola knew that she had really lost control there at the end, and was quietly thankful that the looters were so easy to spook. It took less than 30 seconds to make sure the house was empty of other people.