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Generally when a Magical Girl uses a big, flashy attack, there is a rush of triumph and, at worst, some exhaustion that leaves falling into the arms of waiting teammates. 

None of this applied to Dark Magical Girls, and they certainly didn't account for vaporizing the very ground one used their attack upon. 

There was a flash, and Earthshaker was still seeing white as the wind ripped at her burned skin, a singed, frayed cloak whipping wildly behind her. The gales were like blades against alight nerves and her teeth were grit, locked in place by a cascade of raw agony. Spots of vision were returning and she snatched up glimpses of sand and sea rapidly approaching. 

With pained stiffness her arms crossed, not even managing the concentration to call her shield back before she shit the ground.

It proved an anti-climax as the energy of her fall went right back into her tattoos, but Roche was grateful to stay face planted in the sand, especially when the other girls were dashing about without a care. Surely with Tsubomi already doing the same, she could just lay there and force air into her seared lungs.