Slugterra [cracked] — Lavalynx

The League’s best slingers had failed. Their Infurnus and Mighty Shocks were dissolved on contact.

“Shane, your core temp is spiking,” crackled the voice of his partner, Kira, via the comm-bead in his helmet. She was positioned two levels up, manning a thermal relay. “Whatever you’re tracking just doubled its heat signature.” lavalynx slugterra

He took a deep breath, then fired a single, harmless Flopper directly at the creature’s face. The League’s best slingers had failed

The Lavalynx didn’t need a slinger. It was its own accelerator. Its body compressed into a spiraling, feline-shaped missile of white-hot fury, and it shot toward Shane not as a slug, but as a comet . your core temp is spiking

It was sleeping. And it was purring. The sound melted pebbles ten yards away.