Chester readjusted his stance a little, slowly shifting weight back to his legs as the disorientation began to wear off. His opponent had finally taken to the ground, but had not veered from his methodical style of approach, concealing his angle amidst the branches and foliage. With the small amount of time the Human had, he drew another set of four coins from his jacket, a sure necessity if he planned on turning the tides.
Jaldoa's outline flashed sporadically between vines and branches, gradually but surely nearing to where Chester stood. Glancing past the creature's motions, his eyes noticed a second levitating anomaly a few steps beyond; while different to the one that ruined his day earlier, it at least left no doubt that his enemy was the one planting them. Would this device also shock him were he to near closer? If so, did his foe have a way not to trigger it himself? These questions and more were things Chester would have to question later, whenever Jaldoa was kind enough to give the chance.

Surely enough the gangly figure sprung for assault, closing in from Chester's right. Though quick enough to sight the approach, Chester barely got himself to turn towards the attack, pressing readily against the weight of Jaldoa's club slamming against his Vertex. In hindsight, making the Vertex longer than usual had turned against his favour - for Jaldoa had actively targeted the beam's centre, taking full advantage of its meagre durability. The enemy bounced back just as quickly after the strike, leaving him with a fractured mess of a staff which surely could not endure another of that calibre.

Chester lowered and tensed once more, and his Vertex was lifted back and beside his left; even if it was no good for cover, it could be useful so long as it was kept in one piece. Out of means for a suitable offence, he merely stood alert with his right hand drawn back, focused to react to Jaldoa's very next step.