The night was silent, barely a sound could be heard. No birds were chirping, no crickets or owls or bats could be heard. The only sound that could even be heard was the near silent foot falls on the forest floor. The area was so dark and was with so many trees even a devil would have a hard time traversing the woods.

Yet Toby marched forward without any difficulty. Strapped to his waist were his hatchets, both of them newly bought after the ones he used against Liban broke due to the excessive gravity placed upon them, it sure helped to slice off the devil's head though. The Rook eye's darted back and forth behind his orange goggles, searching for anything suspicious.

Normally everything in a dark forest would be suspicious, however this was a special case, the forest he was in? It was his master's, otherwise known as Slender Man's woods. An area cut off from the natural and the supernatural world, an area where only Slender Man and those under his command could enter and exit.

Then Persolous suddenly informed that there was an intruder in the woods.

It was sudden, the old man was drinking his tea when his eyes shot open and a fierce snarl appeared on his face. Grumpily he told them that 'Some damn brat' appeared right out of nowhere in the woods, something that was confirmed by Observer. Unfortunately no one could know who or what the intruder could be, Slender Man was busy discussing politics with the Satans, and Observer could do nothing in the woods, as the abnormality of the area would cancel out his.

In the end Tobias Erin Rogers was chosen to go, not only was he the most physical capable of the group (Being able to use two hatchets with ease), he was also the most resilient. Not one to complain against orders from higher ups, the Rook agreed and disappeared into the woods.

That was two hours ago, and Toby had yet to find anything. Any normal person would have quit by now, but Toby was a loyal proxy among many things. While his loyalty wasn't at the level of Dead Head and Masky, it was still rather impressive for a seventeen year old boy. Normally teenagers his age would worry about their appearance, or when they are going to need to go to a party. He on the other hand worries on how to please a supernatural entity that could send you into the equivalent of purgatory.

The Rook stopped as he heard a slight rustle. It was barely louder than his foot falls, yet the Rook ears caught it perfectly. He jerked his head towards the direction of the sound and he saw a black figure on the tree tops. Said black figure cursed out loud as it was noticed.

Toby suddenly dashed towards the figure, crossing the distance in a single bound. Before, this kind of action would be impossible, before he was Slender Man's proxy he could barely hold a hatchet with both hands, before he was given the strength of a Rook the best he could do with his hatchets were swinging them wildly due to their weight, before the regeneration that came with the Rook piece this kind of action would have torn his muscles apart. Now the teen was a proxy of the ever mysterious Slender Man, with the strength and durability of a tank.

With no regards to his own body safety, he slammed his shoulder to the tree. There was a loud crack as the Rook's bones were pushed out of their sockets, as well as the tree getting pushed out of its roots. The figure let out a female sounding gasp at the display of strength before it leapt down from the tree and onto the ground.

The Rook turned around, his left arm, the one that he used to the charge the tree, hanging limply by his side. There he saw a sight many would kill to see. Standing before him was a woman who was the definition of voluptuous, wearing a kimono that did well to emphasize her curves and did poorly to hide her legs. If her figure wasn't enough on her head were a pair of cat ears and swishing behind her were twin-tails giving the woman an exotic look. If another man were to be in Toby's position they would have stop and stared.

Toby stopped alright, but that was simply to push his arm back in place, all the while he kept his eyes onto the cat-woman. His eyes gleamed when he noticed her grimace at how casually he popped a dislocation shoulder back in its place. Once he was sure that his left arm could be used, Toby used the arm to point a finger to the woman "Tr-trespassing" he stuttered, giving her a glare.

The woman pursed her lips, obviously put off by how the teen was ordering her around. The way he told her was chilling, as if taking care of intruders was a regular thing, similar to how a guardsmen would tell off a delinquent hanging around private area. It wasn't a tone someone his age should have. There was also his aura, it held no malicious intent despite the rather hostile tone he held. In fact she could sense nothing, as if the boy had no aura

"Trespassing" the boy repeated, this time his right hand reaching to the hatchet by his belt. His tone turned from stern to cold. A flash of worry flickered in the woman's eyes before it was replaced by arrogance when she realised that he was trying to threaten her with those 'weapons' by his belt. A smirk grew on her face as she allowed some of her power to spill out, not even hiding the show of power as it kicked up some dust. If the wind generated wasn't enough, the ever suffocating feeling of her sage power that could break all but devils and dragons.

Yet neither of them did anything to the boy, instead it made him more hostile to her, as evident by him actually drawing one of his hatchets and giving her a full blown glare instead of suspicious narrowed eyes. "Leave" the order was uttered angrily as he lowered his left hand and pointed the blade of his hatchet to the woman. "N-now." Even if the growl was stuttered it didn't do anything to hide the sheer intimidation the woman felt from it.

Warily she eyed the boy before her, then a feeling of dread filled her, both from the unknown feeling of fear he exuded and how somehow that young held so much bloodlust. She wondered about her own sister, probably only a year younger from the teen before her. However, she didn't let those thoughts stay for long as she started to cast a spell.

Toby watched as the cat-woman make some arcane gestures that he was sure would give him a headache if he even paid attention to a fraction of it. As such he wasn't ready when a ball of pure magic slammed into his face with enough force to send him sliding onto the ground behind him, digging a small groove as the earth stained his clothing. The next attack slammed into his chest and kicked up a large cloud of dust.

The woman looked at the dust wall and frowned slightly. It didn't feel right to remove the teen, as he was only doing his task, but she needed to scout out the weird forest like area to complete her plans. So silently she stared at the dust and was going to offer a silent prayer.

Before the figure of the teen came rushing out of the dust, both hatchets In both hands. Thankfully she easily dodged the surprise attack and flashed a few distances away. Her eyebrows furrowed as she noticed that the teen didn't show any sign of affected by her attack, or at least if he was he wasn't acting like he was supposed to. Those orbs of energy she had fired held enough power to kill a mid-ranked devil, and enough to knock out a high-ranking one. Even if he could survive the attack it wasn't logical for him to start leaping at her like a predator. At least his body should have been broken.

Toby skidded to a stop when the cat-woman disappeared in a matter similar to Observer. Having being used to the prospect to teleportation, he quickly scanned the area. One of the many things he learned as a proxy to a teleport-spamming entity, was if you were surprised than any kind of teleportation would be reduced to short range. His eyes caught the yellow sash of the cat-woman's kimono a few feet from him.

With a sway he charged towards her, his hatchets held behind him. Before she could realise that he had spotted her, he swung his weapons. His swings didn't have technique, they were so sloppy that if a swordsman saw them they would weep at the sight, they didn't have the power a warrior carrying axes should have either, the one thing he had though was how easily he could follow them up. His 'condition' allowed him to connect any of his swings even if his arms were in an awkward position, or that his body was twisted painfully. Even if his swings carried enough momentum to drive a wedge into concrete, he could easily force it to swing in another direction. The usual pain of having to turn such an object that carried such force would also be absent to him.

With that simple yet deadly combination, Toby managed to keep the cat-woman on her toes as she struggled to dodge his attacks, only for them to stop mid-way and redirect themselves into any vulnerable position she had left forcing her twist away or back up to avoid getting her blood spilled. Too caught up in her attempts to evade the boy's swings, she didn't notice that she was backing herself into a corner, or a tree.

So she was surprise when her back touched the bark of a tree. Then before she could move out of the way those two hatchets responsible for leading her there embedded themselves right next to her neck. No, when she saw it properly she saw that the hatchets had gone right through the bark and was stopped barely a centimetre from her fleshy and very soft neck. For the first time, she was worried, even more so when the boy leaned into her, staring at her through his orange goggles. She could see her own yellow ones reflected by the eye-wear. Too entranced by the intensity he gazed at her, she couldn't find the strength or the willpower to use her magic.

"Trespassing" He repeated the words he had first said to her. Without any regards to personal space, he leaned closer towards her until their foreheads were touching "You're tres-trespassing" he whispered. A whimper of fear threatened to escape her throat, but she held it back.

"I came here for a reason." She steeled herself for any outburst from the teen. Fortunately all he did was raise an eyebrow, she took that as a sign to continue "I came here to help my team" she clarified. There was a moment of silence, before he pulled his head away and yanked out his hatchets, making her release a breath that she didn't know she was holding. Then the teen placed one of them underneath her chin, making sure the sharp end of the metal was pointing downwards.

It was clear that he didn't intend to kill her if she were to try something funny. If she had to guess, he would probably maim her horribly if she tried.

"Explain y-your reasons" he ordered, though this time he sounded less hostile and had a hint of curiosity in his voice. The woman wasn't too sure, her plans weren't something that she was supposed to let out, though the sharp blade above her breast seemed to put up a rather good argument that she should.

"I thought that this area was empty" she started "So I went in first because of my abilities, I did this to see if I could secure this location as a base" her eyes narrowed at the masked teen "Though with you here, it obvious this place is occupied." It was a vague answer, the only kind she would feel comfortable telling a potential enemy.

Fortunately the teen took the explanation easily. He withdrew his hatchet and holstered them to the straps by his belt. "Are th-there any m-more reasons for you t-to stay?" He asked, his voice losing all traces of hostility and gained a slight hint of concern. She shook her head, if this place was occupied and there were more people like the teen before her than this place would not be a good choice for a base, however temporary. The Rook seemed satisfied by her answer "Then can you le-leave? If so you sh-should, t-t-this place isn't meant for those without p-protection" he told her, his stuttering added a small bit of innocence that she knew couldn't have existed in the boy.

Nonetheless she complied, thankful that the boy did not outright kill her. Something that made her smirk, yes the boy was rather chivalrous almost like a knight. All he needed to change was a metal visor for that hood he was wearing and to exchange those hatchets for a sword. Somehow even knowing that it might be a bad idea, she couldn't help but tease the teen that not so long ago held her life by his hand. She felt that it was because he tried to act older than he really was, a teenager acting as an adult. Silently she started her spell to safely get out of the weird forest area, though before she could disappear, tantalizingly she ran a finger up his chin "See you soon, you rogue." With those parting words she disappeared in a magical flash.

Toby stood still for a moment, surprised by the alien touch the cat-woman had given him. Quickly he dismissed the thought, especially her soft fingers. Calling upon the emptiness inside him, the area around him distorted in a static like fashion before he vanished without any kind of flare.

A/N: Fun Fact, Toby has a genetic disease that doesn't let him feel pain. Before you go the whole that's a bad thing remember, It's only bad when they are doing something stupid like punch a concrete structure or not even attempting to dodge. Toby uses his inability to feel pain to make it easier to use his weapons. Have you ever used a hatchet before, they are heavy and can give you major backaches.