energy blast

The blue eyelights began to glow brighter and brighter. The dark spirit clenched his fists and his arms slowly rose, as if he was pulling something from the very earth beneath his feet. The ground started shaking. There was an ugly, low humming sound, like some kind of demon locomotive screaming by in a tunnel beneath my feet.
“My turn,” the dark spirit hissed.
“Hell’s bells,” I muttered. “Harry, you idiot, when will you learn not to victory gloat?”
The spirit’s skull mouth dropped open wider and wider and—
—a sudden stream of candle-flame-colored energy coalesced into Bob the Skull’s human form, right behind Evil Bob.
My Bob lunged forward and snaked his arms beneath the dark spirit’s. Bob’s fingers locked behind the fractured skull of my enemy, gathering the dark spirit into a full nelson. He wrenched Evil Bob violently to one side and the dark spirit screamed, a sudden torrent of energy ripping through the wall of the trench and about fifty yards of earth as he pivoted, vaporizing spirit matter into an enormous pie-slice-shaped acre of ectoplasm.
Then Evil Bob spun, letting out a shriek of fury, and slammed his attacker back into the opposite wall.


Ghost Story Chapter 44, page 462-464