The books were watching the masterâ€™s friend. Watching him with venomous thoughts and dark gleeful mischief in mind. He was messing with the masterâ€™s things. That would have to be dealt with. Just throwing their comrades around like garbage. Heh...theyâ€™d show him. One of them inched its way over to the couch. The on waddling on its spine ends until the person turned. Then it was flat against the ground. The second book slipped into the couch cushions. Positioning itself right where the man would sit. A grin across its monsterous face. A dark evil evil grin. It was going to get quite the appetite fulfilled. Yes it was. It was practically ruffling in delight. The other book stalked the man once more. Sticking to the shadows as it watched him with its black abyssial eyes. The book stalking him again. Stopping every time the man stopped. Watching it with evil fat beady eyes as he filled a glass with water. This was it! Time to chomp. It lunged forwards and chomped down right on the middle of the guys ass. Resting horizontal with a meaty chunk of the manâ€™s ass n its mouht. Followed by diabolical laughter. MWHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAA......... The book bit down harder. Mess with the masterâ€™s stuff will you. Iâ€™ll show you. Its buddy a summoning spell book laid in wait. Waiting to summon unspeakable things upon the man.<br/><br/>Sojo was in the hidden area practicing some of his blood magic. Having a conversation with a banshee about the best way to be rid of an evil banshee. It was...interesting...to say the least. He then sent the banshee back to resting. Summoning a skeletal hand from the dirt ground inside his practice area. Mumbling under his breath as he was blissfully unaware of the actions of his living books. Naughty. Naughty books they were. He cut his wrist and let the blood trail down his fingers. â€œFrom this blood do I summon forth. The soldiers of old. The glory of the warrior. Come forth general of the dead.â€ He said. His blood forming a pentagram on the ground that began glowing as the ground beneath the entire house began to tremble and quake. The skeleton warrior began pulling itself out of the earth. Still he chanted away while his blood fell onto the ground continuing the pentagram circle.