The Proper Role-Play

(ignore everything iron says)

"Stop!" I shout and push a unbreakable wall of water between you both.

"That'll do. That'll do. Now stop before I have to get physical." I say.
 
I dart to LoneStar's feet, knocking him off his balance, causing the water-wall to start falling. I expertly flip over the now wet floor behind Tess, knocking her over from behind.
 
"Tess, calm down you're looking unstable. Sorry but no."

I make a hand reach out and take the weapons and store them in the wall.

"When you both calm down I'll let you have them back but until then..." I reason.
 
I feel my weapon thrown out of my hand and look at LoneStar. "We don't need weapons," I growl, already convulsing while my body stretches and grows. After the transformation is complete I look expectantly at Tess, waiting for her to change into cat-form.
I fish a piece of Tess's family steak from a bag I had lying around. "Eat this. No more distractions after."
 
I follow Tess, still wary of him. I have the weapons hovering high above the ship out of reach of anything.

"Sorry but it was better than having someone getting hurt." I explain/apologize. "Only did what I thought was best ya know."
 
("OP"? As in God-Modding? I don't know about myself... But your kind of God-modding...)

I grab the flat of the blade, struggling with the strength of your wrist a little while before I gain control of your hands. I push forward hard and slam the handle into your nose.
 
(op means over powered.) I recoil slightly and form shackles on you to keep you pinned to the deck.

"You little..." I say when I hold my nose and recover quickly.
 
I stand up and smile. "Looks like you won that battle, though your water powers are kind of pissing me off. Next time we fight let's use normal swords." I turn into a werewolf for a second and crack the shackles, then change back and walk into the dining room.
 
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