Trak raised an eyebrow and shrugged, standing. "Long story short, Runaway picked a fight with the Zoroark."
Runaway just stood there, mouth agape. Just before the Zoroark howled and retreated, there was a brief flash. In that flash, he saw something. Something horrible. Something, that if he had contact with the Zoroark for long enough, he may be able to chase it back to its source. The Alakazam glanced at Trak, ready to explain, but the more he thought about that brief flash, the more he saw, and the more he wanted to forget.
Too bad Alakazams never forget.