Shin focused inward, his hands still for long moments, before they began to move, folding inward and taking on new forms and interlocking configurations as he pushed outward, a small grow ebbing from him as poured his strength into the task at hand.
A corona of light ebbs from him, effulgent, as the writing mass of Unlight before him begins to snake as if forces unseen grasp it. Shin panted hard, effort in exchange for endurance. His hands, though bathed in magic, shivered. The bandages around his palms began to turn red.
With suddenness and speed the Tendrilled mass lanced forward towards Shin.
In a heart beat Shin let out a growl, breaking his hands apart and thrusting them forward in front of them, clenching them tight as if gripping a serpent, his whole body shaking now. The red flowing freely from his palms.
The Tendril, pulsing with malevolence had stopped, just barely, inches from Shin's forehead, constrained in a nimbus of radiating deep Blue light.
"No" he commanded in a growl.
With that, the soil and dirt around Shin turned to Dust, as he thrust his arms forward, folding the tendril of Void back in on itself, until it nothing remains.
Shin grunted again, the light fading away, as he merely knelt there, his hands at his side, a fine white powder of dust surrounding him, stained here and there in crimson.