Slugterra Slug - It Out

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.”

Silence. Then the announcer’s hesitant voice: “Kord Zell… is out of bounds. Eli Shane wins.”

“SLUGS! DRAW!”

Then the floor rumbled.

“How’d you know?” Kord asked, dripping wet but grinning. slugterra slug it out

“SLUGS! READY!” the announcer’s voice boomed.

Kord laughed. “That’s it? A dud?”

“No fair!” Kord yelled, stumbling.

“Dozer,” Eli whispered. “Go.”

Kord slapped his gauntlet. “Load: Flaring! ” A molten-orange slug with a spiked shell slithered into his blaster’s chamber, glowing like fresh lava.

The neon lights of the cavern flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the arena floor. Kord Zell, arms crossed like twin stalactites, glared across the rocky divide. “You sure about this, Cavern Ranger? My Moss-Eater has been starving for a win.” Eli Shane tightened the strap on his Boon Chute