Tom stopped and watched the boy as he yelled out his challenge, then broke into gales of laughter when he finished. He calmed himself shortly, though the occasional guffaw still wracked his diaphram. "You ask ME why I destroy YOUR home? I was here centuries before you! I have traveled COUNTLESS WORLDS to return here, and what is the first thing that greets me? Nothing but hostility." His voice began to cool the more his spoke, his anger at being assaulted beginning to subside. "I wanted only to return home, but humans have learned nothing in my absence. You built great cities and achieved marvelous wonders, but still you're no more than the barbarian tribes I left behind. Pathetic."

He hadn't missed the fact that the boy had been all but consumed in fire a mere moment before, yet bore no sign of burns upon his skin, but he didn't give that away just yet. Instead, he turned his back on the young man and haphazardly launched a small block of concrete at his head, too fast for any mere human to even react to, much less avoid. If his suspicions were correct, however, his new opponent would have no trouble dealing with the projectile.