Jaldoa was about as used to his foes rolling deftly away from his attacks as the human was at avoiding flying Trolls. His attack hit nothing but ground but he remained unperturbed as his legs naturally bent and he rolled diagonally to both escape view and avoid injury from his fall. The reason for his angled evasion was obvious as his shoulder took the brunt of the acrobatic move rather than the fragile looking wards on his back. He came up running and disappeared behind three trees, his skin naturally hiding him from view. The coins made no particular impact on him as he fought like his people always did, hit-and-run, they presumably bounced into a thick pile of leaves long after he had already made good his escape.

He continued to run quickly, near tirelessly, in a wide circle which kept his foe barely in view. This was his home, his battleground, and soon he was nearing the tree he had jumped off once again. He awaited his opponents own movements, and settled into a hunched stance beside his tree, deciding on his next move with regards to if the human even knew where he was. His pause was momentary, and he was prepared to attack once again if the human seemed lost or unbalanced.