Kord fired first. “Flaring, Mega Morph !” The slug exploded from the barrel, transforming mid-air into a screaming phoenix of superheated rock. The heat shimmer warped the air, and the crowd leaned back as cinders rained down.
Eli Shane tightened the strap on his Boon Chute. He’d been here before. The pressure. The roar of the crowd in the Slug Chamber. The hiss of a dozen loaded slugs. “I’m sure,” Eli said, holding up his signature blaster. “Let’s slug it out.” slugterra slug it out
Kord slapped his gauntlet. “Load: Flaring! ” A molten-orange slug with a spiked shell slithered into his blaster’s chamber, glowing like fresh lava. Kord fired first
Eli didn’t flinch. He loaded a single, unassuming slug. It was pale green, with tired, half-closed eyes. The crowd groaned. “A Dozer ? Against a Flaring? That’s suicide.” Eli Shane tightened the strap on his Boon Chute