You are done with the chant.
You flap your arms and utter the magic words 'ghht mar nak grttzt'
You feel in contact with the essence of asphyxiation.
You watch with selfpride as your blast vacuum hits Shade.
Shade screams in pain.
Mithrandir's shade gets a sorrowful look in his eyes and keels over.

....................aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
 You hear the wailing of Nature as the prime defender of Nature, Mithradir the
 Druid GuildMaster's soul, is banished by evil Era and her cohorts.

Shade is dogfood.
Shade is DEAD, R.I.P.