I think Agrias is way beyond exhausted at this point. Think about it: you're a woman (and don't even start the whole sexism debate, it cannot be disputed that women are not as physically adept as men, nor do they usually have the same stamina - they make up for this by being a hell of a lot smarter than most of us guys) who's been fighting a lengthy battle all throughout a monastery and some massive city that exists on an alternate dimension entirely (I've effectionately dubbed Murond as one of the Circles of Hell, and I've made several allusions to Murond in some of my older fics - for instance, in my now-scrapped original fiction [originally dubbed Tales of Grandia], the main character, villain, and my penname's namesake, the Dark Knight warlord Gafgar Adol [also note that his name and profession are also nods to Gafgarion, my favorite character in FFT until I got to ze Thunder God Cid], rules his demonic empire from a citadel known as Murond), this battle has been going on for an indeterminate amount of time (possibly even several days) and likely without stop for rest, you fight through hordes of enemies both human and demonic, you square off against an uberpowerful demon that by merely encountering him you find out that your religion that you've devoted your life to (Agrias is a Holy Knight of the Church after all) is false, you barely manage to defeat him, only to get incinerated by some blast of energy and rematerialized somewhere else (which has got to hurt like a bitch), you wind up being carried through the city streets on the back of a yellow ostritch big enough to be Colonel Sanders' wet dream, and then the demon you barely managed to defeat earlier suddenly shows up again right in front of you? Anyone would take at least a moment to scream about it.