"Oh for-" Heiji. Hershel tried to cover his face, taking a step blindly and, like the champion he is in his heart, stepping on one of the things tentacles and falling rather spectacularly on his back.

"Oof-" Is all he has to say to that, trying to kick the thing away. His pants were probably now covered in ink, why not, right? Why not. "It has to be dead by this point!"