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Kord slapped his gauntlet. “Load: Flaring! ” A molten-orange slug with a spiked shell slithered into his blaster’s chamber, glowing like fresh lava.

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.”

Then the floor rumbled.

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.” slugterra slug it out

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

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.” Kord slapped his gauntlet

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.

Kord laughed. “That’s it? A dud?”