Jezin felt the man catch him by the knee. It was an interesting move, there was no way he would free his leg, but the man had just made a fatal mistake. He was now unarmed. In an instant the bodyguard released both his shield and spear. The armaments clanked as they dropped to to the ground. Jezin reached forward with his left hand, grabbing the man by the shoulder and desperately trying to hold himself up against the man's strength. In a flash, his right hand flew to his side. For a brief moment, light shimmered on a short blade. Before the man could blink, Jezin had produced his dagger. The tip of it's short, triangular blade was now pressed against Jon's exposed throat. The blade was sharp enough that the slightest move at this point would pierce the man's jugular. Jezin looked into his eyes. "You fought well, now yield."

Sophia looked towards the young man. "Her name is Lexine Tristan. She said she was looking for Karl." She figured Gareth knew Karl rather well, as they had been sitting together at the feast. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jezin drop his spear and pull his dagger. She held her breath.