The General was determined to finish this battle here and now. T'charrl could absorb his energy, and what's more his own energy could be used against him. So now not only was using energy attacks no longer a viable option, but even simple contact was dangerous. He'd have to overwhelm the boy in a sudden rush, make it so he couldn't possibly retaliate and beat him once and for all. To that end he sacrificed a little more energy as a brief distraction before flying up and over the boy, descending rapidly again to drive him down into the ground from behind. He was larger, and even a simpleton could figure out that his bigger size meant that any physical impact was going to go very poorly for the Prince. Why then did the boy scarcely budge as he was struck? Confused and frustrated the General swung himself around, again striking the boy to no avail. Clarity washed over Yusef as he backed off, eyes widening in alarm at what he saw. The boy was changing just as he had done, his body beginning to undergo metamorphosis into an entirely new beast. 

Not only was T'charrl now changing as well, but he was transforming into something far more powerful than what the General had. All of the energy from those attacks and from what had been drained eclipsed the minute amount of power that Yusef had injected into himself, and the difference became immediate. Whereas the General gained a meter and some considerable mass he remained mostly the same, just an inflated version of himself. As the Prince began to change though his entire appearance was being altered. His features changed right along with the rest of his physique, the end result being something that most certainly did not resemble the young Kaesstrian. Expanding rapidly the Prince quickly met the General's size before growing beyond, and by the time he'd finished his unnatural growth spurt he dwarfed the senior alien. Whereas Yusef may have become a bit more powerful T'charrl had quite literally become a monster, both in terms of size and strength. 

"You... You damned child!" Yusef shouted, glaring up at the Prince in spite of his towering size. "This... This changes nothing!"

Or maybe it changed quite a bit. Contrary to his hulking size T'charrl moved with amazing speed, and quickly the General found himself in a poor predicament. A massive and strong set of claws wrapped around his body, the fingers wrapping around him like iron straps and constricting any and all movement. As much as he tried to struggle against the boy's grip he couldn't break free. If he wasn't mistaken he was also beginning to feel considerably weaker, like his energy was being sapped. Sure enough his body felt like it was growing numb, and slowly but surely his musculature started to return to its normal state. He'd only just gained his power, he couldn't lose it so soon, not like this.

"Let me go! This isn't your power to take!" 

Angry as he was the General was perfectly helpless, forced to sit in T'charrl's grasp and watch as his energy was sapped away. Soon enough his body had shrunk back down to its original proportions, and in contrast to the hulking Prince he seemed like a child's plaything. With a sincerely massive gap in strength and sheer size separating them now Yusef finally appreciated the magnitude of his situation, becoming rather alarmed by it as a result. The vice grip on him was strong, but certainly not crushing him. How easily he'd be tossed aside and about like a doll right now if the Prince so chose to. Anger ebbed, giving rise to nervousness and even panic. His struggle became more fitful, and an earnest look of fright washed over his face.

"P-Put me down you freak! Release me this instant!" the General screamed, kicking his legs haplessly. "You weren't going to kill me...! Let me go!"

From his vantage point Kabocha could see everything unfolding, and he was definitely caught off guard by how monstrous T'charrl had become. He had gained the upper hand on the General quickly, even managing to remove from him the power that made the man such a threat. With all that energy for himself now the question remained as to whether or not he could control it, or if he'd be lost to some kind of mania as well. Yusef's panicked shouts told him the fight was over, there was no reason to continue on at this point. With an amused smirk he slowly descended to the ground, landing noiselessly in front of T'charrl and folding his arms over his chest, Oh how the mighty have fallen.

"Okay T'charrl, I think the guy's gone and pissed himself, we won." Kabocha mused, laughing at the General's expense. "Put him down and let's take him back, yeah?"