The following fan fic was inspired while I was playing FFTA when Marche got turned into a frog. Then everything else just wrote itself. I do not own the game rights, but I do have a cartridge.

Frog Hunt

Chapter 1: Morph and Run

Another day, another engagement. As least, that's what it seemed like for the legendary Clan Reaper.

It also started off as how it normally was; Marche, Ritz, Shara and Montblanc got to have all the fun, and the laws couldn't be any lazier. With Blades, Berserk, and Haste forbidden, how could it be any harder to be caught by the judge when none of the clan members had anything to do with them?

Even then, they had few opponents, who consisted of a Nu Mou Time Mage, three Moogles (Gadgeteer, Animist, and Juggler), and a Human Thief. The only clan that had an arrangement like this was Clan Clatz, and the surroundings didn't help them either, since it was entirely flat land, with a few cacti here and there.

As the Judge warped onto the scene, looking grand on his chocobo, he blew his starting whistle, "Fight!"

It was a race between Shara and Ritz on who went first, but Ritz won the race, and, taking advantage of her positioning and the Time Mage's rather weak defenses, used Nighthawk to take him down in a single strike, despite the fact that the attack was in plain sight.

The Judge awarded a judge point to Ritz, and then Shara made her move. Drawing out her Max's Oathbow, she quickly ran near the Gadgeteer and sniped him with an arrow with the power of Faster, preventing him from utilizing Auto-Regen.

Marche was next in line. The light reflected off both of his blades, Nagrarok and Sequence, had sparked fear into the nearby Thief. Seeing two very powerful swords was a rather frightening sight to just about anyone, and the Thief was no exception. He began to turn and run off, screaming his head off, but Marche was just fast enough to catch up and use Wood Veil. Roots sprouted from the ground, and started to wrap around the victim's legs, rendering him unable to move.

Montblanc pulled out a chocobo feather out of his pack, and waved it in the air. Jugglers don't normally have the animals on their side, but Montblanc knew the many benefits of it through the hard way.

When the sound of a chocobo stampede rang through the area, Marche immediately jumped out of the way, but the Thief wasn't so fortunate. Every single chocobo in that line ran him over like a car over a poor bug. After the stampede had cleared up, the Thief tried to stand up, but it was obvious he couldn't, and fell down, admitting himself to defeat.

Another Judge point was awarded to Montblanc, and Marche had just finished off the Gadgeteer.

Now with nowhere to run off and officially cornered, the Animist was shaking in his boots. Marche and Ritz prepared to do a combo, with Shara setting up an arrow and Montblanc pulling a dagger out of bag.

Then the Animist came up with a plan.

He pulled out his Satyr Flute, and threw it over his opponents. That threw off the attention of both the Assassin and the Paladin.

Seizing the opportunity, he slid beneath the four attackers and caught the flute he threw. Bringing it up to his lips, he began to play an all too familiar tune to any Animist.

"Marche! Ritz! Look out!" Montblanc screamed from nearly halfway down the battlefield.

Ritz turned her head, to see that the Frog Song was headed in her direction, and it was too late to dodge.

"No!"

Marche heroically jumped between the points, hoping the Frog Song would have no effect on him. Sadly, this was not the case.

In just a poof of mysterious, green gases, Marche had been transformed into a frog, warts and all.

The red haired Assassin looked around for the Paladin until she heard croaking sounds, which revealed a frog at her feet.

Grasping her fallen Masamune, she launched a Nighthawk as the Animist was running to the opposite side of the arena.

In fact, the attack struck him so hard, he was practically launched six feet in the air, then he landed on his front, his bag of animal resources landing just inches in front of him.

He tried to grasp his bag, but Shara laid her right foot on it, and preparing the arrow she never got to launch. As the tip of the arrow reflected off the shining sunlight, the Animist immediately scrambled onto his tiny legs and ran away.

The Animist didn't get very far when the arrow from Shara's greatbow buried itself into his back. He began to struggle trying to back up, but Shara kicked his bag into the air, which just happened to ricochet off his head, sending him down into defeat.

As the last Judge point was awarded to Shara and the Judge was declaring victory to Clan Reaper, Ritz picked up the transmogrified Marche. He croaked as she raised him to her face, which she immediately assumed was "help me."

From the looks of the Judge, he was in a hurry. "Look, I need to rush off to the Judge Conference in Sprohm, so all I'm going to do is revive Clan Clatz." He raised his Judge Sword in the air, which casted Full Life on the four fallen foes.

After that, he vanished into thin air, with Ritz, with Marche in her hands, dashing to his location, "Hey! Wait!" But when she reached the Judge, it was too late. Marche just did another depressed croak.

Clan Clatz left shortly when Montlblanc received what they had to award him, which was fifteen hundred Gil, a Snake Staff, and a Shell law card.

Ritz plopped Marche to the ground, and everyone circled him.

"So, what are we going to do, kupo?" Montblanc asked, the Judge having to leave early and all.

Shara brought out the bag of items, and began to search through it. After a few seconds of rumbling, she turned the bag upside down, making all of the items fall out.

"I don't get it. Why don't we have any Maiden Kisses, or Curealls at least?" she scratched her head.

"What?" Ritz questioned the Sniper. Montblanc sorted through the mess as well.

"Oops, kupo." Montblanc stuttered.

Ritz raised an eyebrow, "Montblanc, what do you mean?"

Montblanc began to shiver, "Er, uh, I think we used all of our Curealls at the Monster Bank, and I think we didn't think we'd ever use Maiden Kisses, so we sold all of them. Heh heh. . . Kupo." he tried to laugh it off, but Ritz was clearly mad now.

"You. . .WHAT!" she screamed at the Moogle.

The frightened frog suddenly jumped into the air, landing at least half a mile away from the clan.

"Marche! Get back here!" Shara yelled at the former human. That caught Ritz's attention, while she had a tight grip on Montblanc's antennae. Montblanc fell to the ground, and Ritz caught pursuit with Shara.

Seeing how far Marche could jump, it was pretty hard just to catch up to the frog, but Ritz began to speed up. "I'm the fastest one in the girl's track team at school! If I can't catch up to Marche, nothing can!" she was furiously thinking.

When Marche did an extra long jump, Ritz skidded to her stop after seeing what he jumped over.

The famous Barice Canyon, which happened to be the deepest canyon in all of Ivalice.

Shara had finally caught up with her clanswoman, only to see Ritz frozen in her spot. After seeing the canyon, she shuddered.

"I guessing Marche managed to jump over the canyon?" she asked her.

Ritz slowly nodded in response.

"Oh dear." Was all Shara could say.

AN: Yeah, and the storyline from here on gets rather hectic.