Slugterra [updated] — Lavalynx

“Come on, come on…” Shane grunted, thumbs pressing the locking runes. The metal of his gloves melted. He felt his palms blister.

In the deepest, most untamed trenches of Slugterra, where the ambient glow of the surface crystals gave way to a hellish, pulsing orange, Shane Ganley guided his mecha-beast, Magma-Spike , through a river of cooling obsidian. He was a Free Runner, not a competitor in the grand leagues, and his quarry was the stuff of legend: the Lavalynx . lavalynx slugterra

He loaded the Lavalynx into his blaster. The moment the slug touched the barrel, the air around him shimmered. The rocks under his feet began to soften. “Come on, come on…” Shane grunted, thumbs pressing

That was the secret the old maps whispered: You don’t capture a Lavalynx. You challenge it. In the deepest, most untamed trenches of Slugterra,

Kira stared, her jaw hanging open. “Shane… that was overkill.”