This one would be easy, the Trollish warrior thought to himself. He obviously had little knowledge of how to pursue a guerrilla fighter, his ranged weapons clumsy and easily avoided by the nimble warrior priest. However, Jaldoa was not one for overconfidence either, so he jumped from his tree somewhat further right, using his ward to see as he quickly found the cover of another tree in mid-air before dropping to the ground about fifteen feet to his foe’s left. 

He crouched low to absorb the momentum and sped around the tree from his left side, likely confusing his foe when coming out from the side he was falling towards would have made more sense considering the momentum he had. Holding his staff low and to the left of his body he lumbered towards his enemy with quick long strides. He zigzagged with each step, to better avoid projectiles, and reached four feet from Chester in no more than two seconds as he swung the staff outwards from his body low to strike at his foe’s stomach. His quick assault would carry him forward and past the human’s right side, where Jaldoa would slow and turn, ready to deliver more attacks.