[Grab permitted by King]
Smokey was not having fun on this god-forsaken ice lake. He was half-tempted to pull out the Good News and use it as a glorified walking stick. It wasn't until Billy slid over (and almost bowled him over, no less) that he'd been thankful he had a teammate. As she activated her semblance and smartly used it to pull them to the center, he whispered, "You know you're my favorite, right?"
Unfortunately, just before the arrived at the much less slick center, Smokey spotted a blur heading straight for the rodeo-on-ice. Acting more on reflex than any plan, Smokey shoves Billy out of the way of Calen's strike, positioning himself so he takes the brunt of the blow.
And, boy, does the blow come. But since the blow came from so far away, he did have a bit of timing on his side. Just as the blow strikes, Smokey activates his own semblance. It doesn't reduce the damage, as evidenced by the grunt of pain he emits, but it does do two other things. One, it keeps Smokey from being knocked back at all by the blow. The second, is that it drops the glaive's momentum to 0. It would be as if Calen had struck into a block of lead. With the weapon no longer moving at blinding speeds, it was a simple matter to wrap an arm around the weapon's shaft, and thereby locking it in place.
"Ow. For that, I'm gonna have to take this," he says, while reaching for his own weapon. "In return, you can have--"
*crk* *crk-crk* *crk*
"Aw, son of a--" The sound of cracking gave Smokey a bit of a chill. As much as he wants to return damage, he has bigger priorities. He needs to get off this ice.
Smokey's combat data
Aura: 85%
Semblance: ACTIVATED! 25 SECONDS REMAINING AT START OF NEXT TURN!
Matchstick: 7/7
Dust: 14/14 Fire, 14/14 Ice
The Good News: On Standby