Shadow magic, like all dark magic, requires a payment. This payment was fueled by my anger, which only gets amplified by the dark magic. My headache will surely get worse. It was a small price to pay, but one I would take over and over again to protect my friends, especially Daphne. The spell that I held midair was a nasty one if the runic work was any suggestion. I sent the spell back to Dolohov. Once the spell hit, a massive cut appeared on his chest. Blood spurted out of his mouth as blood filled his lungs. Releasing my grip on him, I launched him a few meters away. "Die choking on your own blood."