"It is a terrible thing, an All-in-One, and One-in-All of limitless being and self—not merely a thing of one space-time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence's whole unbounded sweep—the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It is perhaps that which certain secret cults of Terra and places more distant have whispered, and which has been a deity under many different names." - Alana
The skeleton, once formed quite easily retrieved the smaller of the two books for its master. When the animated bones went for the larger of the two books black shapes sprung from the man's corpse with all the speed of shadow flying from a torch's light, If eyes could follow they would see these shapes were tentacles, barbed, and littered with suction cups like that of an octopus. So many of them pressed out of the corpse's mouth that it snapped the corpse's jaw off. Still more poured out of the body's torn eye sockets and from every other bodily orifice until there was a great ripping sound and dead intestines, blood, and bits of other internal organs fell upon the ground.
The tendrils flew at Nikita's servator, more appropriately they flew at the book that her servator was reaching for. While the attack commenced to take the book the man's corpse roused, raised up like a marionette on puppet strings. Joints that were already broken clicked and pivoted strangely. The strange corpse creature would grab the book or it would grab the skeleton as it picked up the book. The later would face a crushing vice with all the strength of a giant and wrenching force in different directions to rip the tome from its grasp.
If the book was captured the creature would attempt to flee.