Jaldoa’s nimble escape was only momentarily interrupted by a bright unnatural light which he first assumed was magic. Intelligent in his own right, the jungle Troll wisely slid underneath the waist-high light clearling it by a significant margin as his flexible body contorted. He bounced up from the ground again, scattering leaves and undergrowth as he continued his run around to his tree. 

After reaching it he found himself with only a short distance separating him and his opponent, blocked partially by a few trees sporadically placed across their battlefield. He ran behind the Oak and clutched it with one strong hand, pulling himself high up into the branches in a matter of seconds as he disappeared in the leafy expanse. Jaldoa took only a moment to consider the light from earlier, apparently his foe could spot him in a way no normal creature could. The human was not the only one who could see, he thought smugly.

His practiced hands found his seeing ward, and he threw it to the ground off to the right of the battlefield. It didn’t really matter if his foe spotted it, but if he made a move to attack it he would leave himself open to the Troll who was now perched in the tree and ready for even the smallest move his foe could make.