Thankfully the green one had not veered far, at least not yet. Chester followed Jaldoa's motions up to sighting him reach the trunk of a particular tree, before watching him swiftly disappear into its branches.
"You can't run, fellow vermin." Chester snickered under his breath, hardly phased by the opponent's cowardice. His location appeared to be the same direction as where he had been attacked from earlier. If it was aiming to lure him, it was certainly a roundabout way to go about it, but Chester could not be sure for as long as nothing else could be heard or seen.

He took two bold paces forward, but dared not take another until he had assessed his options. His right blind side was covered by his own favoured tree for as long as he stepped no further, meaning he only needed to watch his left and above. His Vertex remained held with one hand in front; meanwhile, his free hand flexed and clenched, veins pulsing a magenta hue as he readied his power.