Last Mortal Standing

Tikaya

Let's do this! 1014 words~

SylvanusGrace

topic/117908-lms-vii-the-gateway-to-the-kingdom?start=15#p1725916 1231 words

To all, I wish you a great week and lots of fun during your writing

arr me mates

herb

herb · Sep 6

week 12 !!

a dozen !!!! woot woot!! you got this guys!!

Corvid

Corvid · Sep 6

1088 words !
:3 we've got this yall

avimoon

avimoon · Sep 6

topic/117891-lms-vii-project-dreamweaver?start=15#p1726192
1633 words!!

TinkerTwaggy

TinkerTwaggy · Sep 6

Yo.

Spoiler

Sappo raised his hands, and a flurry of black and red tadpoles appeared from the rain cloud above, rushing towards their target like speedy bullets. Klonoa performed swift sidesteps to dodge some of them, then unsheathed his weapon once more. As its signature green light enveloped it, the blade turned into a circular, wide shield that protected Klonoa from the assault. The remaining tadpoles fell on the ship’s deck, stunned. Scanning the ground around him, Klonoa noticed that the tadpoles were still moving, and slowly getting bigger. He let a flash of light envelop his weapon once more and sheathed it in one of his scabbards, awaiting an assault that he knew would come soon.

“Rise, my tadpoles!” Sappo chanted. “Rise and evolve thanks to the rainy field that saw you grow up!”

Following their master’s command, the tadpoles quickly evolved into frogs, about the size of Klonoa.

“Now, my children! Attack!”

The numerous frogs crouched for several seconds. Their skin began to shine as the raindrops fell on it, and finally, they dashed about, reaching for the ship’s large wooden rail, jumping off it to change directions, so rapidly that Klonoa could barely follow them. It was just like Lilyacoo – which confirmed that the frogs indeed came from Emerlight forest, since she had gained her power from them. Maybe the Devil’s Bard was the one who sent Sappo to curse Delcydianne? Had she gone there, too?
A first tackle hit Klonoa’s chest, and he fell on the ground, before rising back up just as quickly.

“Focus, Wind Boy.” Lady Smiteve would tell him. “If you can’t dodge that many arrows, you can’t even hope to believe you’re worthy of the Flytta!”

Klonoa’s grin reappeared as he closed his eyes.

“No, of course you can’t see them all.” Lady Smiteve would say, scolding him gently. “Which is why this training takes all your senses into account, not just one!”

Klonoa took another hit, and yet another, but it didn’t matter – his body could take it. What mattered was listening. Listening for the frogs as they lightly croaked before each movement. Listening for the slight impulse, the slight movement in the air that followed each of their hops. Then, the pressure of their legs against the wooden rails, a noise much louder than the surrounding, never-ending rain. Then finally, listening for the noise that followed one of the frogs as it leaped away from the rail, reaching for…

Now. Klonoa performed a quick sidestep on his left, dodging the attack that came from behind him. He jumped, dodging another speeding tackle, then flapped his ears, staying one extra second in the air – the second he needed to evade yet another assault. He landed back on the ship’s deck: a frog had attempted to tackle him while he was in the air, and found itself speeding away towards the ocean. Klonoa opened his eyes and, gazing around, noticed that the frogs were dashing around him, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

“My children!” Sappo shouted in an irritated tone. “Together!”

The frogs all moved towards the ship rail at once.

“…Not bad, Wind Boy. You’re used to using several weapons at once, yes? Then I suppose I don’t need to tell you to remember that the Flytta…”

“…Has one form per scabbard, and taking advantage of each of them is the key to victory.” Klonoa completed in a whisper, imagining Lady Smiteve nodding pridefully. He unsheathed his Flytta and raised his arm in the air as the signature green light changed the shape of the blade into that of a drill. As the frogs dashed to hit Klonoa all together, the drill began its movement. A shining green light gleamed on Klonoa’s back, just as a tornado appeared from the drill, its attraction force sucking the frogs inside.

“Reverse!” Klonoa shouted. At his command, the tornado’s spinning frenzy grew faster and switched its direction, forcing the paralyzed frogs’ body to move upward, away from it instead of towards it. Satisfied, Klonoa sheathed his weapon in yet another of his scabbards. “I’ll name that one Drill Tornado.” he decided. “And this one…!”

The frogs’ bodies came back down. Sappo, though surprised, moved his arms upward once again, preparing himself to summon another squad of tadpoles.

“…I’ll call it: Bullet Boy!” Klonoa concluded as he unsheathed his Flytta once again. This time, a baseball bat had come out after the green halo disappeared from around the blade. Klonoa proceeded to dash around the deck, flapping his ears with each leap to increase the speed of his movements. Thus, he hit every single frog that came back down, sending them directly towards Sappo. Upon contact with the bat, a green halo enveloped the bodies and they flew to their target’s encounter. His focus broken, Sappo eventually lose his balance and fell from his cloud, crashing in the deck with a massive thud. Using this opportunity, Klonoa sheathed his weapon in another scabbard, leaped in the air and unsheathed it once more as a hammer shape came out. Using his ears to redirect himself, Klonoa let himself fall towards his enemy and struck his chest with a vicious hit from his hammer before leaping back. This time, the ground trembled as a big hole was created from the violence of the attack, sending a screaming Sappo down on the lower side of the vessel. Klonoa sheathed his weapon again, glancing at his scabbards.

Eight of them in total, four of them already used so far. I need to recharge Flytta again. Klonoa thought. After a flash of light, his weapon finally took back its original form: it was a fancy dagger with a red hilt, and a red-colored diamond encrusted in the center. The blade itself was silver-colored and double-edged. Klonoa sheathed the weapon in one of his scabbards, and waited.

“Do NOT believe that this confrontation is over!” a sudden shout thundered. Sappo jumped out of the hole at the center of the deck and landed smoothly on the opposite side to Klonoa’s, glaring at him from across the hole. “Sappo will complete his mission, no matter what it takes!”

1024 words. Bit later than I'd like, but that's life for ya. Hope y'all are still managing out there.

Yo.

[spoiler][i]Sappo raised his hands, and a flurry of black and red tadpoles appeared from the rain cloud above, rushing towards their target like speedy bullets. Klonoa performed swift sidesteps to dodge some of them, then unsheathed his weapon once more. As its signature green light enveloped it, the blade turned into a circular, wide shield that protected Klonoa from the assault. The remaining tadpoles fell on the ship’s deck, stunned. Scanning the ground around him, Klonoa noticed that the tadpoles were still moving, and slowly getting bigger. He let a flash of light envelop his weapon once more and sheathed it in one of his scabbards, awaiting an assault that he knew would come soon.

“Rise, my tadpoles!” Sappo chanted. “Rise and evolve thanks to the rainy field that saw you grow up!”

Following their master’s command, the tadpoles quickly evolved into frogs, about the size of Klonoa.

“Now, my children! Attack!”

The numerous frogs crouched for several seconds. Their skin began to shine as the raindrops fell on it, and finally, they dashed about, reaching for the ship’s large wooden rail, jumping off it to change directions, so rapidly that Klonoa could barely follow them. It was just like Lilyacoo – which confirmed that the frogs indeed came from Emerlight forest, since she had gained her power from them. Maybe the Devil’s Bard was the one who sent Sappo to curse Delcydianne? Had she gone there, too?
A first tackle hit Klonoa’s chest, and he fell on the ground, before rising back up just as quickly.

[b]“Focus, Wind Boy.”[/b] Lady Smiteve would tell him. [b]“If you can’t dodge that many arrows, you can’t even hope to believe you’re worthy of the Flytta!”[/b]

Klonoa’s grin reappeared as he closed his eyes.

[b]“No, of course you can’t see them all.”[/b] Lady Smiteve would say, scolding him gently. [b]“Which is why this training takes all your senses into account, not just one!”[/b]

Klonoa took another hit, and yet another, but it didn’t matter – his body could take it. What mattered was listening. Listening for the frogs as they lightly croaked before each movement. Listening for the slight impulse, the slight movement in the air that followed each of their hops. Then, the pressure of their legs against the wooden rails, a noise much louder than the surrounding, never-ending rain. Then finally, listening for the noise that followed one of the frogs as it leaped away from the rail, reaching for…

[b]Now.[/b] Klonoa performed a quick sidestep on his left, dodging the attack that came from behind him. He jumped, dodging another speeding tackle, then flapped his ears, staying one extra second in the air – the second he needed to evade yet another assault. He landed back on the ship’s deck: a frog had attempted to tackle him while he was in the air, and found itself speeding away towards the ocean. Klonoa opened his eyes and, gazing around, noticed that the frogs were dashing around him, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

“My children!” Sappo shouted in an irritated tone. “Together!”

The frogs all moved towards the ship rail at once.

[b]“…Not bad, Wind Boy. You’re used to using several weapons at once, yes? Then I suppose I don’t need to tell you to remember that the Flytta…”[/b]

“…Has one form per scabbard, and taking advantage of each of them is the key to victory.” Klonoa completed in a whisper, imagining Lady Smiteve nodding pridefully. He unsheathed his Flytta and raised his arm in the air as the signature green light changed the shape of the blade into that of a drill. As the frogs dashed to hit Klonoa all together, the drill began its movement. A shining green light gleamed on Klonoa’s back, just as a tornado appeared from the drill, its attraction force sucking the frogs inside.

“Reverse!” Klonoa shouted. At his command, the tornado’s spinning frenzy grew faster and switched its direction, forcing the paralyzed frogs’ body to move upward, away from it instead of towards it. Satisfied, Klonoa sheathed his weapon in yet another of his scabbards. “I’ll name that one Drill Tornado.” he decided. “And this one…!”

The frogs’ bodies came back down. Sappo, though surprised, moved his arms upward once again, preparing himself to summon another squad of tadpoles.

“…I’ll call it: Bullet Boy!” Klonoa concluded as he unsheathed his Flytta once again. This time, a baseball bat had come out after the green halo disappeared from around the blade. Klonoa proceeded to dash around the deck, flapping his ears with each leap to increase the speed of his movements. Thus, he hit every single frog that came back down, sending them directly towards Sappo. Upon contact with the bat, a green halo enveloped the bodies and they flew to their target’s encounter. His focus broken, Sappo eventually lose his balance and fell from his cloud, crashing in the deck with a massive thud. Using this opportunity, Klonoa sheathed his weapon in another scabbard, leaped in the air and unsheathed it once more as a hammer shape came out. Using his ears to redirect himself, Klonoa let himself fall towards his enemy and struck his chest with a vicious hit from his hammer before leaping back. This time, the ground trembled as a big hole was created from the violence of the attack, sending a screaming Sappo down on the lower side of the vessel. Klonoa sheathed his weapon again, glancing at his scabbards.

[b]Eight of them in total, four of them already used so far. I need to recharge Flytta again.[/b] Klonoa thought. After a flash of light, his weapon finally took back its original form: it was a fancy dagger with a red hilt, and a red-colored diamond encrusted in the center. The blade itself was silver-colored and double-edged. Klonoa sheathed the weapon in one of his scabbards, and waited.

“Do NOT believe that this confrontation is over!” a sudden shout thundered. Sappo jumped out of the hole at the center of the deck and landed smoothly on the opposite side to Klonoa’s, glaring at him from across the hole. “Sappo will complete his mission, no matter what it takes!”[/i][/spoiler]

1024 words. Bit later than I'd like, but that's life for ya. Hope y'all  are still managing out there.