The being known only as Cloak doubled over as Tandy's daggers pierced the shadows of his body, the tentacle recoiling from the man who now lay limp on the concrete floor. Writhing their way back into the twisting form, Cloak gave a shiver as he collected himself, the light absorbed into his endless abyss. Such...such power! The warmth...the light...is filled him in such a fantastic way, burning hot and bright and filling him with something he'd never felt before from the essences of his usual criminal targets. The hunger, miraculously seemed to retreat within him. He was...nearly sated! What...what was this?
A-Ahhh...what is this? Cloak focused his eyes on the girl, her face now visible to him as it shined with light of its own. Wait. She was from the Institute. He'd seen her before. Coming to his senses now that the hunger within him had quieted, Cloak's body came together and the shadows seemed to suck their way into a smaller form as it shrank...and suddenly a tall black back shrouded in a striped hooded cloak stood there, Looking down at Dagger. He hesitated, but his voice came out clearly.
"I...I had not intended to kill him. Merely to feed upon his essence. My apologies. I have startled you, and rightly so. I am Cloak. I too come from the Institute." With his glowing eyes, shadowed face, and complete lack of stammer, he sounded and looked nothing like the Tyrone from the school. He cocked his head in regard as he hunched a bit in concern. "I do not...wish to fight. Are you alright?"