Tidus looks to where she does, a noise of indignation hitting his throat at the sight. Stupid things-- He readies a hand, water balling together in rapid movement, a few seconds to grow in size. Rises on his feet, moving a step forward.

"Get lost!" he warns the canine, and throws out the spell, smacking it to meet their face, the front of them. A warning to retreat if it'll even listen, but Tidus is prepared for more, another sphere collecting at his hand.