"Ohh, you're distracting me, alright!" said the strange, hazy creature. "If you guys are going to attack me all at once... Uhuhu... Then maybe... juuust maybe..." She raised another blade of black-white fire. "I'll just attack first!"
She blasted Zane, this time aimed directly at him. It was too fast to dodge--too precise and too strong. Even if Zane tried to leap out of the way, it would cut something off of him. And yet, when the blast sliced at the ground Zane had stood, and as the others shouted for Zane to dodge... nothing but the building behind Zane was sliced. And Zane himself had disappeared.
"Wuh?" The hazy creature spun in all directions, wide, glowing eyes scanning for her playmate.
"Is this what Truffle called me for?"
The voice was moderately deep and feminine, with a hint of groggy tiredness, like she'd been rudely awoken. She had cream-colored fur and a long, limp tail vaguely in the shape of a brush. The tip of her tail was colored a bright gold that glowed in the nighttime air, even in the dark haze.
Next to the Smeargle was Zane, who had somehow been transported next to her several feet away, beside the rest of the team. The Smeargle was clutching a soft, sky-blue blanket, which was still half-wrapped around her body, and atop her furry cap was a lavender, flowery sleep mask, mere inches from falling over her tired eyes again.
"What is going on here?" Smeargle asked, stifling a yawn.
