Jezin stumbled backward slightly as the man used his own weight and momentum to throw him back. He might've fallen, had he not braced himself against the ground behind him with the shaft of his spear. It was clear the man had little, if any, military training. He fought like a brawler, a decent street fighter, but undisciplined nonetheless. Still, It likely wouldn't be an easy victory. The man seemed persistent. His drive to succeed in the duel seemed to be a far more dangerous weapon than his blade. Jezin smiled, backing away slowly before slowly beginning to circle his opponent. The man was fast, he knew that much already, but the knight wondered just how long such a man would last. He tossed his spear up, catching it above his head and switching to an overhand stance. This was the preferred stance of soldiers in formation. It worked well in closer quarters and provided the option of throwing the weapon, though Jezin had no intention doing so. Jezin raised his shield slightly and braced the shaft of the spear against the barrier's top edge. He kept his distance, stabbing once towards Jon's left shoulder. This move was a feint. As soon as he started the attack he jerked the weapon back and made a harder, faster thrust towards Jon's collarbone. Holding the weapon in his current position added more momentum to each strike, and the blade was honed to a deadly point. If he got a solid hit, it would likely find it's way through the links of Jon's chainmail.