!link! | Lavalynx Slugterra

Shane didn’t dodge. He couldn’t. The slug’s trajectory was so fast it left after-images burned onto his retinas. Instead, he did the one thing no sane slinger would ever do. He dropped his blaster, reached into his satchel, and pulled out an empty Lavalynx-Adaptation Chamber —a spherical cage of rune-etched, fire-resistant chromium.

The Lavalynx was breathtaking. It had the sleek, muscular form of a mountain lion, but its “fur” was a constantly shifting lattice of molten gold and crimson. Its eyes weren’t eyes; they were vertical slits of pure white plasma. Its tail was a whip of superheated gas, and where its paws touched the diamond floor, it left smoking, molten prints. It was the size of a small blaster-bike, coiled around a geode of raw, unstable slug-energy. lavalynx slugterra

There, in a cavern of crystallized carbon—diamonds the size of his fist—it rested. Shane didn’t dodge

The Hydra screamed—a sound of absolute, primal terror. It tried to retreat into its own shadow. Instead, he did the one thing no sane slinger would ever do