OOC: Tentacles.IC: [Rannin]Rannin rubbed the sides of his forehead, sighing in exasperation. Why was it that every time he tried to peacefully have a drink people would end up fighting nearby, disturbing his attempts to enjoy the beautiful and exquisite tasting tea that the inn had provided for him. It was very annoying, so he decided to interfere.The metal located around his disfigured arm lashed out, forming into a tentacle. On other parts of his armour, the same thing happened as steel tentacles erupted from the metal, making him look like some eldritch monstrosity. There were even tentacles sprouting from his back and his disfigured legs."CAN," he began, sending all his tentacles speeding towards the group of fighters, grabbing onto them, "YOU."As every tentacle grabbed onto their targets, the Iron Toa began to shout louder."ALL. JUST. LET. ME. DRINK. MY. TEA. IN. PEACE!"