The air livened ever slightly, but with no winds to accompany its sound. Though unaware of the one who watched him, Chester had not forgotten his predicament. As lucky a man as he considered himself, escaping a forest without an encounter was a tale told by none, and he did not particularly care to push his chances further.
He continued forwards, perpendicular from where his hidden hunter watched. It was just as how he had entered. The trees were bunched a margin closer here, and keeping close to one meant that he could keep his back covered as he travelled. During his strides, his left hand reached within his inner coat pocket, searching for his primary means of defence. Four reflective tokens from a recently-passed age were drawn; three of which were swapped into his right, and both sets clenched within loose fists.

The shuffling of trees sounded to Chester's right, signalling a sudden movement. Ironically soon, if he had to judge. Eyes swiftly followed to a base of a trunk, sighting nothing of immediate note. It was logical to assume the perpetrator in fact hung from above, but he had no time to identify what would assail him, if anything at all. 
Trained instincts acted for him, sending his body in a twisting rightward roll -- just moments before the shaft of a wooden staff was driven before him, with weight sufficient to threaten his life. Despite the hasted action, his recovery was almost instant, and his balance perfected upon rising half-way from a crouch.
"I take it you forest folk aren't very neighbourly." Chester glared up with a rather silly grin, far from matching his military-esque accent. Jaldoa's appearance was more alien than the human defects he was familiar with, but this raised no immediate concerns; at this point in time, he was merely relieved to have just a single foe.

His left arm felt behind and outward, identifying a third tree which he had rolled towards. Had a projectile flown towards him rather than a Troll, it would have been the basis of his cover; as things stood, he simply needed a clear perception, unable to afford glancing away from the hostile. 
At the same time, his right hand released two of his coins in a practised gesture, the first shimmering high above him, and the second barely leaving his grasp. Unless it proved an ample distraction to the hunched creature, he would bravely await its following actions.