Toot-took had heard the swishing, the angry slashing at foliage, and flitted through the trees above, where he could see without being seen. A human, too old to be a boy, but too young for a man, waving a golden sword. Waving it at animals and punishing them for doing what animals did.
He could see threatening humans who threatened to damage the wood, but that? That just struck the pixie as absurd. And what was to stop the manchild from slashing his metal sword straight through one of the wee folk that his senses were clearly too dull to perceive through his anger? It wasn't right!
The overgrown faerie dove out of the trees, brandishing a sharpened letter opener in one hand--its handle wrapped with sports tape--and a box cutter in the other. "Avaunt, villain!" he cried, "Pick on someone your own size!"