Free, Sticking It In A Dirt Storm

"Yes, but I think I can help with that, just don't get too excited. If you let me take care of you, I can help you get your powers under control," I explained to her, but Tiga didn't look convinced.

"No! I can't leave here! My father has been protecting me from my crazy mom that wants to eat me!" Tiga cried as I slowly waded into the water.

"Don't you worry about her; I already dealt with your mother once when I was a weakling. So now I shouldn't even have to look at her to keep her back; plus, If she starts causing trouble, we will be the ones that are eating her!" I declared.

Tiga gave me a strained look, and the water near her started to froth, and I stopped. I wasn't sure what her range was for whatever she had used on me, but I was prepared for it this time.

"Who are you, and how can you be so confident of yourself?" Tiga asked me with shock; her tentacles were causing the water to undulate and boil around her.