Zectas Volume V: The Sequestered Seminary of Sawtorn by John Nest, You The Reader, Overus Page B

of this?" asked Wertlosvati.

"I've been hunting you ever since I learned your name," replied Cynar. "I built an army just so that I could kill you."

"This? All this for me?" said Wertlosvati. "Weaklings all you are. Rely on magic, spells, traps, and tricks. But pure force you cannot defeat."

Cynar suddenly threw one of his knives, and it struck the Ork Colonel on his chest.

Yet, Wertlosvati remained unfazed. He casually pulled it out. The knife only inflicted 800 damage points.

"Do you remember Quelle Village?" asked Cynar. "It used to be a part of Vona City, but now it's nothing more than a rubble."

"With many many many places we be attacking, why I bother remembering their useless names?" answered Wertlosvati.

Suddenly, Cynar vanished. The masked Assassin appeared behind the Ork Colonel, and Cynar began stabbing his green skin with two knives.

However, Wertlosvati expertly grabbed hold of Cynar's head and bashed it to the ground. He repeated it, four more times. Cynar's life bar displayed (534,000/650,000 HP).

Wertlosvati screamed at Cynar. "Puny man! Think this is enough to kill me? Think you are strong?"

Cynar's mask was removed, revealing his face. He had brownish-green skin and pointy ears. The masked Assassin, the King of Thieves was actually also an OrkElf.

Wertlosvati was about to smash Cynar's head on a rock, but the Ork was interrupted by Smoke. An earth-pillar struck Wertlosvati from behind and sent him flying over four meters away, while still clutching his massive axe.

Smoke quickly ran to Cynar and helped him up.

"Faux, leave him alone!" yelled Cynar. "He is mine!"

"But, Cynar, it'll be better if we fight him together," said Smoke. His plan was originally to double cross Cynar, but after seeing that he was an OrkElf temporarily changed his mind. Also, listening to the Ork Colonel infuriated Smoke even more.

Cynar vanished and reappeared behind Wertlosvati, blindly striking the Ork with the same attack as before.

Wertlosvati caught Cynar's neck and dangled him in mid-air. "Oh! You are Orkling? Orklings are weaklings, reason why we name you so. But you weakest I have seen."

Smoke let out an earth spike in front of Wertlosvati, but the Ork deflected it with his double-headed axe. He was about to launch another attack, but his Cunning of the Dire Fox sensed several Orks approaching from behind.

He quickly took out his Digger's Wand and dug a trench in front of him, stopping the Orks' charge. He quickly dug another trench where the Orks were standing and trapped them below.

Smoke then quickly turned around and faced Wertlosvati and Cynar, pointing his wand at them. Yet, the Ork was nowhere to be seen.

He only spotted a sprawled, half-dead Cynar on the ground. He ran to him, still pointing his wand at the OrkElf.

"Where is he, Faux?" asked Cynar. "Where did that bastard of a father go?"
     

Chapter Three:
     

The Truth Always Reveals Itself
    Seven in the morning, at the freezing parking lot mall, an encumbered Nash had a hard time breathing. Donny was straddling his back and his arms were squeezing Nash's neck hard. His almost fourteen-year-old brother had insisted on joining on his date with Sherry, and was now playing a prank on him.

"Donny, be careful," Sherry said with concern. "I think Nash is already turning blue."

Nash even tried dissuading Donny by telling him that they were out to get ice cream on a cold morning like this. He thought that such an obvious ploy would turn his brother off, but Donny still persisted. The younger Smoak wrapped his arms around Nash's windpipes, tightening it even more.

Both of them knew that Nash could easily throw his brother off, but they also knew that he wouldn't do that, not with the hard pavement, which could easily harm Donny.

"Nah, he's just trying to get your pity," replied Donny. "When we were younger, he could hold his breath for almost two minutes."

Nash stood still, patting Donny's arms. It was not until he slapped