"How... did you get so strong?" Tiamut mumbled while she slowly slipped into clothes Arnold gave her. I.e. a pair of black shorts and a hoodie. For the first time, she wasn't being arrogant but respectful towards Arnold.
Well, since Arnold didn't have her measurements, the clothes he gave her ended up tightly hugging her figure. She might have been billions of years old, but in her current attire, she looked no older than any 26-year-old.
'Is she a masochist or what? One kick and she went from being a lioness to a bit*h?' Arnold thought to himself before replying, "Looks like you'll have to ask your God- wait a sec, that's me now."
Tiamut looked at him with rage but otherwise kept her thoughts to herself. She knew that this mortal wasn't someone to play with, not anymore at the very least. She had to keep her hostility within her. As things stood now, she couldn't even touch a strand of his hair, let alone harm him.
