Jon was able to lift his sword up, to block the incoming slash, but he wasn't nearly trained enough, nor strong enough, to grip the sword well enough to keep it from flying out of his grip. While he had blocked the attack from Jezin, he was no left unarmed, his sword nearly a ways away from the pair of them. Jon puffed his chest out, and his visage became stony, as if he had a new found type of determination, "Yield now." Jon issued a warning, as he clenched his fist. He wasn't going to run for his sword. He was going to fight like his father had taught him, even if it meant his death. The words of his father echoed in his head 'The man willing to die, will be the man that wins the fight.'