The buffet was nice and all, but there was definitely a massive pressing problem here. People with accelerated metabolisms. Like speedsters who are totally not Quicksilver and who are from New Jersey actually. Who have literally no experience unguided in the wild. He's used to having cellphones for navigation, and plenty of opportunities for refueling if he got lost. Instead here was Tommy, hanging out in the forest, rustling through the bushes to try and find more of those cherry-like fruits. They don't get him tipsy nearly fast enough to be a concern, and every last calorie matters.

He doesn't hear anyone else until they're literally right there. Probably because, eerie as this place is, Tommy's started humming to himself as he tries to keep this place from freaking him out. Which means he doesn't notice the stranger with the branch until the last moment. Which, frankly, is enough. Tommy sees a strange form, sees a potential weapon, and takes three steps back.

At about forty miles per hour.

"Holy fuck!"