Tomoe stood unflinching as the giant of a man slammed his axe into the ground and approached. He thought to himself that he had seen these types before - the ones who got what they wanted with their size advantage and physicality. Growing up on the streets of Joya, Tomoe had seen many of that same type all his life: people who thrived on the idea that they were the strongest, untouchable, and that nothing could drag them down from their position of power. While the warrior couldn't claim to hate the approach as it made sense to him, it was not one that would spark fear in him anymore. Still, he wasn't a fool, and remained on guard in case the giant could back up his own brimming confidence with action.
It was unfortunate to Tomoe, though, that his height and appearance had changed so drastically in the past year. It was enough of a difference for him to appear much younger than he really was, and at times it would prove annoying. Being treated like a child by some who he was the same age as or older was never fun to him, and made it harder to woo the ladies in the process. The Joyan was never one to turn down a challenge, but it was also a tough hand he had been dealt with such drastic changes.
"I'm Tomoe. Listen, man, I just gotta say that you need to be a bit more mindful of your surroundings. You've got people scared and evacuating the area, y'know? Try to be a bit more mindful of those types of things.", Tomoe spoke, not accepting the man's handshake but instead lecturing him on the importance of appearance.
The man looked like a death knight, in all truth; something spoken of in horror stories as a spectral warrior who brought disaster. Tomoe couldn't help but mentally make the comparison even if he knew those types of things were in the imaginations of famous writers and storytellers.
"And that bench. Look at that thing. You know who has to pay for repairs on that kinda stuff? The city. The city does. And I can assure you that the city's budget is stretched pretty thin as it is. It's nice that I didn't walk up here to see some poor mother gettin' beheaded or somethin', but no offense meant, that's the sort of vibe you give off.", Tomoe finished, pointing at the bench and then gesturing at the man's overwhelmingly heavy and bulky armor and intimidating greataxe.
Tomoe wasn't the type to care about what people thought of him, particularly after he's said what he really means to say. He was almost fully expecting a fight to break out right then and there, but he would let the other man make the first move if that were to occur; it was, after all, bad for publicity if the 'guild master' of Penumbral Guard was seen attacking some random person in public no matter how suspicious they were. Self-defense was the great equalizer in this new world of public image, and such was the crutch that a warrior like Tomoe relied on.