The elf was patient, well hidden in the tree's crown. It has been a few days since the community became aware of the poacher on their territory. During the following days, he and the other leafwardens monitored the actions of the poacher to formulate their plan, and determined that the human would come by here today.
The leafwarden saw the poacher long before the poacher even saw the tree the leafwarden was hifing in. As the poacher finally arrived near the tree, the elf quickly checked his glove, silently walked down the tree, and announced "These are the elven realms. You have no place here." As expected, the poacher panickedly whirled around, and the elf struck with his gloved hand. The poacher stood stunned and dropped his bow as he listened to the leafwarden's further words. "Do not return here, and no harm will come to you." Then the poison on the glove did its work, and the poacher dropped, unconcious. The leafwardens would carry the man savely back to the borders of the forest.