Slugterra: Lavalynx

Shane slowly raised his modified blaster—not a standard issue, but a heat-vented, ceramic-lined custom job. He loaded an empty, high-grade Magna-Shell . He didn’t need to fire a slug at it. He needed the Lavalynx to fire itself .

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

Inside, curled up and docile, was a sleeping slug no bigger than his thumb. Its markings were those of a lynx—tufted ears, a stubby tail—but its body was the color of cooling lava, veins of orange light pulsing lazily beneath its skin. Shane slowly raised his modified blaster—not a standard

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. He needed the Lavalynx to fire itself

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