Cranberry opened her hands. The sound far exceeded the upper limits of the mic above her head, at the same time, she had destroyed her surroundings. There wasn’t even any grass left. Even the trees that were deeply rooted in the earth couldn’t take the blows, the roots were split, branches flew, trunks thick enough to entomb adult males broke.

While the earth and grass scattered about, while trees were being destroyed and flown about, Marika Fukuroi planted her hands and feet on the ground, barely even moving a centimeter.

Magical Girl Raising Project: Hell Survival Games, p. 13