I cut firewood in my garage, which opens onto the back lane. Last year, I was chopping some kindling, with a hatchet and was just getting my breath when I heard footsteps, which became furtive and then a loud whisper, "There's a chainsaw, get in and chaw it..."
A scumbag sneaked in, not seeing me and I said, "You're not having my chainsaw."
He was immediately aggressive, then clocked the hatchet, which was hinging from my hand, down by my side, at which point, he ran out, screaming blue murder, that I had attacked him with an axe. The twat. I offered to call the Police, but they declined.
At no point did I wave it, or threaten him.