Slugterra Slug It Out Direct

“How’d you know?” Kord asked, dripping wet but grinning.

Kord fired the Tormato. A cyclone of razor-wind tore across the arena floor, lifting boulders and scattering the crowd’s popcorn. Eli dove, rolled, and came up with his blaster aimed low.

The Dozer had been digging. In the four seconds it took Kord to reload his third slug, the Dozer had burrowed a spiral pattern around Kord’s feet. The stalagmite platform began to crack. Kord wobbled. His arm swung wide, and his shot—a Frostcrawler —flew harmlessly into the ceiling, freezing a chandelier solid. slugterra slug it out

Eli Shane tightened the strap on his Boon Chute. He’d been here before. The pressure. The roar of the crowd in the Slug Chamber. The hiss of a dozen loaded slugs. “I’m sure,” Eli said, holding up his signature blaster. “Let’s slug it out.”

“No,” Eli said calmly. “I’m reading you.” “How’d you know

The duel began.

From the shadows, a cloaked figure watched. Dr. Blakk. He crushed a piece of coal in his gloved hand. “Interesting,” he hissed. “The boy fights like water. We’ll need… a different kind of fire.” Eli dove, rolled, and came up with his blaster aimed low

The neon lights of the cavern flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the arena floor. Kord Zell, arms crossed like twin stalactites, glared across the rocky divide. “You sure about this, Cavern Ranger? My Moss-Eater has been starving for a win.”

Kord laughed. “That’s it? A dud?”

Silence. Then the announcer’s hesitant voice: “Kord Zell… is out of bounds. Eli Shane wins.”