With a grunt of pain (ugh, she would know which leg to gun for by now), he hit the turf, all the heavier for deliberately not throwing his hands out to break the fall. But he did throw one of them out a fraction of a second later, and near instantly, the ground erupted a second time - noticeably slower than the first, but still rapid enough that the trail of fragmented rock behind him resembled a contrail more than a disintegrating solid structure, and more than forceful enough to fling her across the clearing along with him if she couldn't dodge the pseudo-rocket-propelled tackle in time.