<i>He wasn't the same anymore, losing his library along with the year-long journey to find himself had led him to change. It'd also filled him with caustic amounts of anger when it concerned his books. His arm was integral in the defense of his new library, his new home. "You're always just <b>getting in my WAY!"</b> Standing up tall after that wall of flame dissipated, his cloak swaying and casting off the soot and magical residue. Continuing his observation of his ghastly summoning, swinging away at his adversary. Narrowly coming to meet his form with those blades, the very tips of them phasing through his clothing. "It's not good enough." He mumbled to himself, as powerful as this summon was, it just.... needed more. But in a split second Flame was coming towards him a spell being vocalized and in an instant, he found his thumb healed. The contract with his book being severed and the skull's eyes on the hardcover disappearing. "[A shame, Summoner.]

His spirit once more voiced to itself in a long-forgotten language that no one other than itself knew as it returned to where it was dragged from. The mist that the book had caused to manifest also dispersed, Kellan's breathing now easing. But he wasn't given much time to rest, seeing as those swords he'd just cast with were now thrown in his direction. The fingers on his right hand would try and snap, summoning yet another tome. Only to find that his wrist was bound. Surprisingly, Kellan's attention was trained on Flame, rather than the other sword destroying a one of a kind book. "Datun. Gauh, Jg'adt." Runes began to flow from his lips as he spoke their name, inking his flesh with mana that flowed and coursed around his form. Even if his one arm was bound, he still had things he could do. He wasn't just a one-trick pony anymore, as Flame was sure to find out by the end of this.

He was someone who demanded respect; if not of himself than the sanctity of his books in the least. Rapidly color-changing hues looked over at the vines that bound him, and he watched as the runes he just spoke crept up his arm, clasping onto them and climbing their way up to the catalyst of the spell. The sword. "This isn't a joke anymore Flame! Give me my arm back!" The runes rapidly expanded over the sword, cutting off the connection with Flame and his wand by once again absorbing the mana he'd channel into it. This would then cause those pinning vines to wither and allow him to snap his fingers. The book that was being stabbed with the sword would snap shut, trapping the blade in between its thick hardcovers. Before it was teleported away. Another bright green tome appearing in his palm in it's place. "[Mother Earth, release your fury.]" Latin rolled from his lips as that spellbook leaped from his hand and sank into the ground.

In moments the floor of the club violently split between them as massive roots and an equally giant tree took place. The burned and destroyed roof getting mutilated even further as the large plant sprouted before their very eyes. "This better work." Grumbling to himself as he held up his hand to his mouth, making a circle with his pointer finger and his thumb around his lips. "GATTYA." If there were any more unbroken windows in the club left, there weren't anymore. Seeing as Kellan quite literally threw his voice up at the tree. An ear shatteringly loud, magically enhanced CRACK echoed out, followed by a massive blue rune being spoken to physical shape. That shape then flying and searing itself into the bark of his summoned tree. Instantaneously transferring and dispersing a massive amount of mana to the trunk. This new way of exerting his runes onto things came at a rather heavy cost, especially when he's using it to send such a large amount of mana.[C]

The magus now found himself dropped to the ground, clutching his throat. Blood pooling in his mouth. Whatever it was he was attempting, it had seemed to work, however. As that massive tree he spawned began to move. Gargantuan branches acting as the being's arms. Large purple eyes appearing right under the canopy, glaring down at Flame with the intentions of its master already knew. The stationary titan began swinging those colossal arms down on him. A slight glance was all that was needed to end this, surely. "Hhgggk...." The blond gurgled out behind this mountainous and angry sentinel, easily the largest and most grand thing he's managed to create. All of it in the defense of his books.[E]