Kord fired first. “Flaring, Mega Morph !” The slug exploded from the barrel, transforming mid-air into a screaming phoenix of superheated rock. The heat shimmer warped the air, and the crowd leaned back as cinders rained down.
Then the floor rumbled.
Eli didn’t flinch. He loaded a single, unassuming slug. It was pale green, with tired, half-closed eyes. The crowd groaned. “A Dozer ? Against a Flaring? That’s suicide.” slugterra slug it out
Kord laughed. “That’s it? A dud?”
The Dozer popped up behind him, yawned, and gave a tiny, tired slug-push . Just a nudge. Kord toppled backward into a shallow pool of murky cavern water. Kord fired first
“You missed on purpose,” Kord snarled, loading a second slug. A Tormato . “You’re playing with me.”
Eli didn’t fire. He sidestepped. The Flaring screeched past his shoulder, singeing his duster. It slammed into the back wall, leaving a crater of smoking glass. Then the floor rumbled
“No fair!” Kord yelled, stumbling.