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E. 4. "This Spells Real Danger" (4/5)

The air is crisp and brisk as the two friends dash down the streetlight-lit sidewalk in pursuit of the cat. The spot the white and sand-coloured feline dash up to the back of a black sedan, disappearing from sight.

"He went over there!" Kale throws his pointer finger toward the car. "Behind the car!"

"That must be his car," Nolan mutters under his breath.

The two hastily approached the car and stumble to the back of the car. They stare down at the trunk of the car, spotting that it is opened.

Inside the trunk is covered with upright silver bottles, appearing exactly like the silver bottle Carter gave to Nolan.

Kale shoots the odd items in the trunk a bewildered look. "What's this?" He then places Reid the milkshake on the asphalt, underneath the bumper of the car.

Nolan has an unamused look at the contents of the trunk with crossed arms. "His spells. Potions. Magic." Confusion crosses his masked face. "But he made them from his own hands." He flicks his eyes to his right to take a glance at his friend. "Unless he's a magician."

The bottle clink against each other as movement occurs among them. The two friends peer closer into the trunk to spot the source of the sound.

Tucked in the corner is Carter the cat, who is contently lapping a white liquid spilled from a lying bottle.

"And I guess I take one," Nolan murmurs. He reaches over and picks up the closest one. He then takes a whiff of it, picking up sweet, smooth notes of vanilla bean. "Hm, vanilla. Much better."

He brings the bottle up to his lips and delicately drinks it. Suddenly, a rush of green magic pulses through him, causing him to drop from sight.

Kale gasps at the disappearance of his friend. "PAT—!"

"Just what I needed," he hears Carter say slyly from the trunk.

Kale perks up, spotting the goalie back in his human form, this time bearing the same elegant costume as Nolan.

Carter rises to his feet, takes a few steps, then leans over toward the asphalt, coming back up with a something now cradled in his arms.

In his arms is a gorgeous Asian Semi-shorthair cat with stormy blue eyes and a luscious coat of smoky white fur brushed with sand and smoky grey patches.

Rage immediately sweeps through Kale's face as he makes the grave connection. "NO—!" Automatically, he whips out a metallic wheat stalk and swipes it at him.

Carter leans away at the swing, shielding Nolan the cat with his body. He then pulls out his closest hand from the cat and releases a blast of glimmering, liquified silver.

Kale whisks out another metallic wheat stalk and crosses the two stalks in an "X"-shape, blocking the emission.

Carter closes his fist, about to release another blast of silver, when the furry cat lashes his paw at his arm, grazing his claws through his skin.

"GAH!" The goalie jolts in the searing pain, mindlessly dropping the cat with force.

Nolan flies into the trunk, knocking over a few bottles. One of the bottles leans over the edge, letting its contents stream through the bumper and into the milkshake, which is precisely in its path.

Meanwhile, Carter releases two blasts of silver from both hands.

On the sidewalk, Kale bats the silver emission with his two metallic wheat stalks. He then charges at the goalie, morphing the two stalks into one thick, massive stalk and aiming it at him.