It was sleeping. And it was purring. The sound melted pebbles ten yards away.
“Come on, come on…” Shane grunted, thumbs pressing the locking runes. The metal of his gloves melted. He felt his palms blister.
The League’s best slingers had failed. Their Infurnus and Mighty Shocks were dissolved on contact. lavalynx slugterra
The Lavalynx didn’t allow it.
At the last possible microsecond, he sidestepped. The Lavalynx’s plasma-whiskers singed his sleeve to ash. As it streaked past, he slammed the chamber down like a fly-swatter, catching the tail-end of the slug’s energy form. It was sleeping
“INCOMING!” Kira screamed.
Then, as quickly as it began, the struggle stopped. The light dimmed to a warm, golden pulse. The chamber cooled. “Come on, come on…” Shane grunted, thumbs pressing
Shane didn’t dodge. He couldn’t. The slug’s trajectory was so fast it left after-images burned onto his retinas. Instead, he did the one thing no sane slinger would ever do. He dropped his blaster, reached into his satchel, and pulled out an empty Lavalynx-Adaptation Chamber —a spherical cage of rune-etched, fire-resistant chromium.