Komano stands with the cleaver resting on his shoulder, ears twitching once as he sizes up the newcomer noticing he was an agent, he let out a heavy sigh.

“If you’re standing here, you’ve already survived something.”

A pause. His gaze sharpens. “Stay behind me when things go wrong. Move when I tell you. You’ll live longer.”

He began to walk as his massive frame obscured the newcomer.

"Or simply try not to get on my way.." He narrowed his eyes at the approaching Bellum.