The closest thing Armin can compare it to is the first time he has seen Suicune, back when the beasts had been running wild. But even then, with Suicune getting ready to steal his kettle, there still had been a sense of power, something thrumming in the air. There is no thrum here. The moment is casual, as if this pokemon is nothing more than a common Rattata scrounging up a bit to eat.

But perhaps that was a cover? Armin knows that appearances don't always properly convey a person's (or creature, in this case) power, and perhaps this was how this god liked to approach mortals?

"I wish I could check my book, but I am pretty positive." He shakes his head for a moment, still disbelieving. "I can't think of any other pokemon it could be. Unless it is one of those new kinds of pokemon, but it really looks similar to the one I saw in my book."