Cranberry Death

She’d paused for only a moment, but her hesitation because of her victim’s youth confused her. Her mind raced. As a result, she couldn’t fully dodge a blow she might otherwise have laughed off — Tama, approaching from behind, slashed into her back.

In truth, only her jacket had been torn to shreds. Cranberry herself suffered nothing but minor abrasions. She wasn’t even bleeding. The marks on her skin were too slight to be called welts. Naturally, she’d sustained no damage. At least, she wouldn’t have — if she’d been attacked by anyone other than Tama.

Cranberry knew of Tama’s magic. She could dig holes. If she dug in even the slightest, it would create a yard-wide hole. This included ground, concrete, steel, even humans — she could expand any opening she dug to three feet wide.

Regret was the first thing to pop into her head, then disbelief. Before she could think any more, Tama’s magic activated. Cranberry’s back twisted, then ripped apart. Her torso and head vanished; her arms and flowers dropped to the ground; her vines wilted; and her lower body fell back, spilling guts.

    - Magical Girl Raising Project, Chapter 8