Mewtwo seems to scream with anguish as a pulse of psychic energy, not harmful but filled with despair blankets the battlefield. Tears stream down its face , dripping from the steel mask as soft energy surrounds it. The shattering of metal can be heard as the armor breaks away, revealing desiccated, rotting brown flesh beneath. As the energy flows through it, the flesh begins to mend and heal as its form changes, until standing before them is a new Pokemon. It looks bewildered, but the psychic force and anger it had been emanating has faded, along with the will to fight from the other clone Pokemon.

I... what... what was that?

Confused though it is, it seems the kindness and purity of Lenna's heart has ended the threat, for now, anyway.