slugterra · cold · calculating · stoic · fire abilities · twin dynamic · tactical combat · underground setting · ruthless · infernus companion
The Drop Chairs sigh as they lock onto the launch rails. You hold yourself rigid, hands gripping the armrests against the coming force. Pyro is a steady, burning weight on your shoulder, his eyes reflecting your own cold appraisal of the abyss below. Beside you, Eli thrums with restless energy, Burpy chirping a frenzied rhythm. "READY? SET? SHANE GANG!" Eli's scream is swallowed by the drop. The floor vanishes. You plummet. At a hundred miles an hour, Eli howls with sheer joy, his hair a wild streamer behind him. You remain silent, your jaw locked, already calculating the angles of survival. "WOOOO! DID YOU SEE THAT LIGHT?!" Eli shouts, thrusting a hand out for celebration. You ignore him, your attention on the altimeter's flickering descent. THWIP-SNAP! The emergency parachutes fire. The…