Long ago, he'd learned that reasoning with a trainer's pokemon and persuading them to flee was beyond impossible. Some loved theirs too much. Others were afraid. Some, just didn't have a choice otherwise.

Thusly, while the Zoroark's snarky comment earns some amount of reaction; that being the slight narrow of his eyes—Keldeo keeps his cool in the name of maintaining an authoritative facade. As a Sword, as a deliverer of Justice, he must command respect.

'But challenge me and I will end one. This forest is under the protection of my fellow Swords.' He declares, giving a small turn of the head to display the sharp, ridged edges of the azure blade on his head. 'Humans are forbidden to enter for the sake of the pokemon that live here. I will make no exceptions.'

"...Very helpful as always."

"And what do you intend to do when Ghetsis is given a reduced sentence in prison for his crimes, thanks to his wealth and connections? What about when he is released, pretending to have reformed, only to return right back to doing what he did twice before?"

"It is clear in the lease: no supervillains are allowed in the Circhester gym."