The dragon hissed - not in pain, but in annoyance. The attack had hurt, yes - damned weakness to the ice-type, but there was little that he could do about that but take it. At least he knew that he'd not lost a lot of health - one of the perks of being a God. At least in this form.

Another shift as he curled up. This time it was an attack to end this stage of the battle. Slash, but aimed so that the pokemon should only fall unconscious. If the trainer recalled it fast enough after that, it should live. Maybe. While he felt bad, the pokemon served humans - was a tool of a power hungry race.

"Grraaa." How brave are you, little human, to stand up to an Immortal that is doing his best to intimidate?