[Giratina rumbles softly, though he doesn't seem that worried. The human isn't poisoned, and he's - amused by the fight now. He can admit that much, and the way his eyes crinkle and the low, almost pleased hiss gives it away. He's only vaguely aware of their spectators jumping a few feet. Shock? He doesn't know, doesn't care.

Five ghostly 'wings' curl around him as he watches the wigglytuff in curiosity, while the frozen one barely twitches, reminding him of the current annoyance, along with the poison causing his veins.

For a dark, menacing god, his expression is downright comical when the freeze shock appears and hits him, encasing his tail and part of his lower body in ice. Thr roar of pain is earthshaking as several of the 'wings' slam into the ground with enough force to leave small creators.

It's not an attack. More he's bracing himself as he stares in shock at the wigglytuff, then slowly tilts his head in a clear

'what the fuck.']