Sgt Frog Giroro Novels & Stories

Monster: Giant Poison Frog Level: 9 HP: 850 Skills: Leap, Poison Spit, Tongue Strike Kirou was currently surrounded by half a dozen of these frogs at the moment, all intent on turning Kirou into their lunch. Kirou was bobbing and weaving through their attacks while countering whenever an opportunity presented itself. It was worth noting that Kirou was not using any skills, at least not any in his skill list. Kirou was currently using these giant poison frogs as practice partners to develop another knife skill. So far he hasn't had any luck in developing the skill he wants so he's held back in his fight against these frogs.

“Erm, well, roughly it means the Frogfather. His kind used to roam these lands freely, once. Harmless as long as they are left unmolested. He is the last of his kind.” The Frogfather shifted slightly and the water around him rippled and bubbled. I suspected he’d just let one rip, submarine-style. Then the side of his mouth opened just enough for a long, mottled-pink tongue to shoot out and strike Suri. The tongue made a squelching sound as it stuck to his bare back. The tongue shot back into the frog’s mouth reeling Suri through the air, eyes wide (even wider than normal) with surprise, until he disappeared. Nabbo didn’t react at all. I raised my hand and pointed at the frog, feeling I neede

“Me is the sorry for what me is the done early this in the afternoon.” “It’s okay,” I replied, glancing at the strange rhino creature dozing by his feet. “Who was it you were looking for, anyway?” His hand paused mid-pet, and he let out a deep sigh. Rising from his seat, he stretched his arms wide, showing off a towering, muscular frame. Seven feet tall. Maybe more. Definitely not typical for a Filipino—Caucasian blood, perhaps? “It’s me other mate, Gregorio. He is the also same creature like this one with is the me.” He gestured to the sleeping beast. “Its name is the Prell. So, Gregorio is the run away from me and is the lost.”

He drove the bar into Goro’s thigh until the shithead was howling, one leg twitching uselessly. “B-Boss... there were ribbons. And owls,” Goro blurted, stalling the strike. “D-Don’t know what the hell they were, b-but I swear she was controlling them.” He panted. “That bitch… I-I think she’s a witch, boss.” The men watching cackled. “Witch, huh?” Sharko muttered. “Y-Yeah, Boss.” Goro coughed up more blood, his body shaking like a leaf. “S-She doesn’t even look human.”

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

Frog followed Larry’s theory and tried to find a perfect timing to enter the bend, but due to his clumsiness and talent that was not as good as Larry, even though he knew the theory perfectly well, he still faced some problems while actually performing it. He entered the bend a little too early. This turn received merely 85 marks, which was not good enough but considerably better than the previous ones. “Frog's abilities are still lacking, but they are enough to easily beat Maya,” Larry said with disdain.

"Unless you're just here for the show." Appearing not as Jinx's brother but as someone from Tricksy's long ago past, Frog fell out of the scepter and landed on all fours. He was missing his tail and one of his ears. "Could have been a bit more focused." He growled as he perched in a nearby chair. "Where's your hospitality? No little snacks for me or anything?"

Alexis kneels down while holding her head. "Eritque Arcus Crepitus!" A lot of colorful mirrors and exploded. Yuko, Yuka, and Aristo find some hiding spot. Ginger released a lot of sharp mirrors and it went towards to Gregor. Gregor was surprised to see the sharp mirrors around him and he can't move to protect himself. "You won't be hurting my master, Gregor. I won't be letting you to lay a finger on her." Ginger said. Ginger made a symbol on the air using his fingers and there's a magic circle appeared in front of him and also below Gregor.