His gesture gone unnoticed by the fleeting opponent, Chester's hand raised loosely between the two coins he had tossed. As both hovered at their peak, A ray of violet light materialised between, connecting the pair. The 4-foot beam thickened and solidified, retaining its glow yet otherwise appearing like glass.
Chester caught the beam at its centre, taking but a moment to observe his handiwork. His administrator had dubbed this phenomenon a 'Vertex', a name befitting of his ability to make similar beams between any two objects he can see. Naturally, his connecting each end to a lightweight coin had provided him a weildable defence, with sturdiness almost on par with its sheer convenience.

As the Vertex required his focus, Chester only caught a glimpse of the Troll as he disappeared behind the woodlands' veil. His weapon was a staff, and his attire rather lacking, although both were a margin more sophisticated than the forest-mutants he was told of. More unusually, he was noted to be carrying a bundle of sticks upon his back; a quiver was Chester's initial guess, but the absence of a bow left him without clue.

In any case, letting the foe escape had put Chester in a predicament. Following straight after would not help now that he was out of sight, and even if not, Chester could not match his agility even on flat ground. Moreover, his powers were hardly discrete, so playing him at his own game was out of the question. Thankfully, chasing down people was something he held experience in, and was particularly well-equipped for. 
A second item, a gadget of sorts, was swiped out from his jacket's front pocket, as he neared ever closer to the safety of his oak tree. Amongst the gadget's minimal features was a compact telescope; one of few products born from his post-modern age, and his greatest assistant by far.The metallic device was rested over his left eye like a visor, and a slider along its left rim adjusted the zoom of his glass-tinted view. 

Keen sights followed along his distant surroundings, scanning in both directions along the forest floor. His assaulter had stayed close enough to be seen, no doubt in order to keep Chester in his own view. Even still, the Human could make out little more than a blur on the right side of himself, compared to a motionless left. This vague judgement would not be enough to pinpoint the foe, but gauging his direction was all that mattered.