Sweat beading off of your head was now, feeling more prominent then you assumed, as you hid beyond the nearest tree— poorly, but it was a attempt to hide amongst the tree like a rat mixed with a bunch of mice.

On the other hand Giratina was far from impressed as he stared at the human trainer attempting to hide behind a sad little tree he could only assume was there attempt of ‘not being seen’ quote on quote, his massive stature towering over the silence of the forest he appeared in, it was a simple visit from the God of death, or.. worse, as he shifted to get a better view of the hiding human, not to be cynical but he wasn’t here to exactly maul the humans today or trainers whatever these beings preferred to call themselves. But this human had participated in summoning his presence, with there friends out of pure utter spite he did appear.

They had been making a mockery of his existence , assuming he wasn’t real and as soon as he stepped to the plate, they ran off like ants from a droplet of water.

There wasn’t much he could exactly say since well.. he couldn’t exactly speak the human tounge, neither did he want to learn it, he had better things to do then to meddle much with humans but this particularly incident had him intrigued— or slightly annoyed but he’d indulge this time with them.

He could hear the human fumbling for there pokeball — interesting was the first thing on his mind, would they attempt to fight him? A bold gesture as he stood unmoving for a moment, the golden arch surrounding his face stayed closed as he peered down at the clumsy fumbling human.