Tom could feel the boy approaching, and spun in place before he drew close enough to deliver his blow, taking hold of one end of his staff and lashing out with the other at roughly elbow height in a vicious horizontal attack. The blow was one-handed, but reinforced with the power of his formidable mind as it hurtled toward the boy's right side at more than a dozen times the speed of sound. Oddly though, there was no sonic boom to be heard. 

The boy's power was clearly immense, now that he had given up his facade and Tom could sense it. It was somewhat surprising to encounter a being here whose power matched his own, and still only a boy at that. Perhaps he could be proven wrong about his kin, perhaps there was more to them than using their advancements for harm. Then again, the rage and fury that boiled off him told another story, despite his insistence that he was here to protect his fellow man.