The hyena sits there during Umi’s second charge, not showing any fear.  He smiles as Umi is finally grabbed by the tentacles.  More wrap around his arms and one goes around his neck, not strangling him, just forming a snug collar.  The latex feels cool and soft although its grip is almost unbreakable.  They pull him back against the wall, making like he is now shackled to the wall.  The tentacles not holding him retreat back into the pipes.  The hyena looks at Coe when he hears his small cries.  He looks at the broken glasses and laughs to himself as he releases his hand from the pipe, his eyes still glowing and the tentacle’s grip not loosening one bit.  He starts to stand up and walk towards Coe.<span style="color: darkred">“Poor little mousey.”</span>, he says in a voice that sounds sadistic and insane.<span style="color: darkred">“Broke his little glasses.  Can’t see much now?”</span>He then chuckles to himself and turns to Umi.  “<span style="color: darkred">Seeing, sight.  Do you know what people say is one of the worst sights to see?  Watching one of your friends die in front of you.  The little mousey is one of your friends right?”</span>