As Matchstick fell, Smokey didn't feel regret for doing what he was about to do, but he did feel sorry. Getting hit in the nuts, even through aura, even through
his own semblance hurts. Maybe not in terms of numbers, but that spot's just sensitive. But there's no regret. He watched as Calen fruitlessly tried to move his groin lower to avoid the blow, which would only serve to delay the inevitable as the gun slams into the glaive and--
There's a beat. Smokey looks at the glaive and its current position thoughtfully.
There are two thoughts running through his head right now. One of them goes something like this:
Huh, I guess that is how it would work. The other is a profanity filled rant that shan't be repeated for the sake of brevity.
However, Smokey, even now, could hear the crowd show its distaste for Smokey's "cheap shot." And quite frankly, he's done with the crowd, too. He's done with this ice, he's done with this opponent, he's done with this stupid glaive, he's just fucking done.
Wrapping the arm holding Matchstick around Calen's legs, he secures them against his own body, which means he doesn't have to hold onto the glaive to keep Calen still. Instead, he wraps that arm around Calen's legs as well, and starts muttering,
"Alright, you wanna stick with me? Fine, you can stick with me. We'll stick together through thick and thin, sound good?"Smokey starts to crouch, the muscles in his legs tensing for what he's about to do.
"We'll be friends through the warmest of paradise and THROUGH THE MOST FRIGID OF HELLS!" Smokey shouts as he jumps into the air, trying to wrap his legs around and completely restrain Calen. At the apex of the jump, Smokey takes the deepest breath he can before gravity reasserts its control and brings the pair back down to earth.
With the combined weight of Smokey and Calen, the resulting pile driver will crack straight through the ice and into the drink. As they sink, Smokey doesn't deactivate his semblance. The two of them will continue to fall deeper and deeper into the frigid waters. Smokey is turning this contest into one of endurance, not skill.
Congratulations. Barely 20 seconds into the fight, and you've already pissed me off this much. Enjoy your prize, a one-way trip to the bottom of the lake.Smokey's combat data
Aura: 52% (12% from dagger attacks)
Semblance: ACTIVATED! 10 SECONDS REMAINING AT START OF NEXT TURN!
Matchstick: 6/7
Dust: 14/14 Fire, 14/14 Ice
Attack: Piledriver into the lake (15% + restrained)
So, assuming this goes through, how are we going to resolve this?