"Alright. Pony up, bitchboy, because there's no way I'm going down that easy," Tyzias growls, extending her arms to summon her blades to her side... only for nothing to happen. Damn. He meant business with the power draining thing, especially if he's managed to get to her iMog. She doesn't have a lot of time.

Fine, then. Time to bring out the big guns. Tyzias snaps her fingers, willing a [Holy Blade] into existence...

...and nothing. Shadow Flare and Lancet are also off the table. This might be bad news. Desperate, Tyzias thrusts her hand forward, summoning the Calamity Miles, then the Red Miles when she feels the power of Bahamut leave her. Nothing.

One last, desperate attack. Tyzias charges at Mewtwo, rearing back her fist- only to trip over herself. What's... wait, why can she see out of both eyes? Where did her scars go? Her calluses? Her...

She looks down at her arm, only to find it withered back down to a puny stick of a limb rather than the powerful, musclebound appendage she's grown accustomed to.

Then, all of the changes catch up to her at once, and Tyzias faints from the shock.