Harry stood up, much to Pikachu's dismay, and faced the challenger head on. The man whipped around, faster than any human Pikachu had ever seen move (but also Harry was a lazy piece of **** so who knows what real humans move like), and caught Harry's gaze while summoning the fainted Houndoom back into its ball.
"Is it...dead?" Harry asked quietly. Pikachu struck its face with its paw - surely Harry wasn't this stupid, was he? Maybe he was. Maybe the pokemon had been lying to itself all these years.
"Has your pokemon never fainted?" the man asked, cocking his head to the side in confusion. This motion also seemed a little inhuman to Pikachu, a little too calculated.
"No? He dies a lot, but I revive him with these magic potions." Harry dug through his bag and produced a handful of those red potions Pikachu hated so much. If only Harry had been better at calling attacks, it wouldn't have to drink so many of them.
The man stared Harry blankly in the eye with what Pikachu could only guess was pure pity, but he shook it off instead of pressing the issue further. "My name's Edward, are you a trainer as well?" Edward didn't extend his hand toward Harry, nor did he step forward into the light peering out from the leaves.
"You don't know me?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Should I?" Edward maintained a friendly disposition but was visibly put off my Harry's cocky attitude.
"Everyone knows me, I'm Harry Potter! The famous Harry Potter! I single-handedly killed Lord Voldemort!" At this, Pikachu scurried off to a different bush farther away from Harry - it wasn't going to sit here and listen to Harry claim to have defeated the world's most powerful wizard without the help of his friends and literally everyone else at Hogwarts. Pikachu of course had helped as well and played a major role in the event, but no one gave it credit.
From the new distance, Pikachu was able to more closely observe this Edward creature. He was unlike any human it had ever seen, pale as snow and sculpted as Adonis- well, maybe a little less than Adonis. Like a weathered Adonis. Erosion-ridden Adonis. Maybe just a piece of rock, really.
Never mind, he looked like a regular human but pale and sparkly.
As Edward and Harry carried on about whatever stupid thing Harry had probably said, Pikachu snuck up behind the mystery man and scratched his ankle (Harry, being the dumb**** he was, never replaced Pikachu's scratch, but at least it finally came in handy).
"Ow!" Edward cried, reeling from Pikachu's baby attack at an - again - unusual speed. But Pikachu noticed what it needed to know: the man was ice cold, and no blood escaped his open wound. In fact, the skin closed right in front of its eyes.