“Rah, dere be otha time fo’ this” Jaldoa spat at the human in Trollish, after finding his weapons insufficient, it became clear that the human was able to defend against everything in his arsenal in a fair fight. With the element of surprise lost for this occasion, he backed up quickly keeping his eyes on Chester, and then broke away in a quick erratic sprint, grabbing his healing ward as he sped away into the forests.

Once in the safety of trees and bushes, Jaldoa was a ghost, Chester had his work cut out for him pursuing his illusive foe, and like Jaldoa said, there would be other times. For now however, this fight was done.