Lyca and Lancelot exploded off the starting line, a blur of fur and chrome. We surged ahead, leaving Louis's noble steed in our dust. Lancelot, desperate to close the gap, lunged recklessly towards Lyca's kart, attempting a risky sideswipe.
With a deafening roar, Lyca anticipated the maneuver, leaping out of the kart with the agility of a mountain cat. The shimmering cross beam materialized a hair's breadth above where Lyca had been, slicing harmlessly through the empty space.
Louis's jaw slackened in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. The crowd, materialized from thin air by the strange weather patterns, gasped collectively, their spectral forms flickering in the spectral light.
"They're neck and neck!" Laura, a wisp of a girl with eyes that mirrored the summer sky, exclaimed.
"I always knew Silver had potential, but this is incredible! Perhaps he truly is my knight in shining armor."
Ignoring the whispers swirling around me, I focused on the race.
"Ready to admit defeat, old timer?" I called out to Louis, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "Or do you have any hidden tricks up your sleeve?"
Louis, his competitive spirit reignited, met my gaze with a determined glint in his eyes.
"Not a chance, Silver," he declared. "Bitroid, transform!"
With a mechanical whir, a sleek, brown rock-like vehicle materialized beside Louis. Its head, adorned with a stylized wolf emblem, retracted, transforming into a sturdy chest plate.
In a burst of energy, Lyca mirrored the transformation, his fur hardening into a coat of living stone.
"Lyca, Stone Edge!" I commanded, my voice ringing out over the track.
Lyca, a formidable rock wolf now, reared up on his hind legs. An orange aura, crackling with power, enveloped him. With a mighty slam of his paws onto the ground, jagged shards of luminous blue stone erupted from the track, launching themselves toward Lancelot.
Lancelot, caught off guard by the sudden assault, let out a startled yelp as the stone shards grazed his metallic hide. The unexpected attack sent him careening off course, launching him into the air in a comical tumble.
"Come on, Louis," I teased, a hint of amusement coloring my voice. "Surely you can put up a better fight than that!"
Louis, his brow furrowed in concentration, barked out a command.
"Cross Beam!"
The familiar shimmering beam materialized, hurtling towards Lyca. But I was prepared.
"Lyca, transform back!" I yelled, anticipating the move.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, both spectral and living. Transforming mid-race was a bit of an unorthodox strategy, yet it proved to be the perfect counter. As the cross beam harmlessly passed through the empty space where Lyca had been just a moment ago, Lancelot, transformed back into his Bitroid form, roared in frustration, the momentum of the race lost.
"Now!" I roared, seizing the opportunity. "Rock Tomb!"
Lyca, back in his Bitroid form, let loose a deafening howl. The earth trembled as colossal rocks surged from the ground, encircling Lancelot in an inescapable cage. The monstrous steed strained against the rocky prison, its efforts proving futile.
"Impossible!" Louis cried, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration.
A triumphant smirk played on my lips. Lyca's enhanced speed and the durability of his rocky form were undeniable advantages. The announcer, his voice booming through the strange, spectral crowd, declared,
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King of Monkarts (OC insert)
FanfictionSilver also known as the King of Monkarts goes around visiting towns to challenge their torments with his monster Lyca the rock wolf. As the train clicks and clacks for a couple more minutes, he wrote something in his journal He looked up from t...
