Jon could more or less hear the boot coming, as well as he it. As he saw the kick coming to his exposed stomach, he dropped his sword, and bent down slightly. The kick slammed into Jon's chest, instead of his weaker stomach. It hurt. It definitely hurt. But once more, it wouldn't kill Jon, and Jon knew that. Jon gripped the knight's knee, with both hands, his years of plowing and picking potatoes out of the ground showing with his immense grip, leaving him still standing upright. Jon wasn't about to go down on his back. As he gripped the knight's leathered knee with his bare hands. He attempted to swivel his hips, in order to throw Jezin into the ground.