Jezin stared with complete disbelief at his opponent. The man was unarmed, but he was still confident, and apparently still willing to fight. The bodyguard stood still for a moment, looking the man over. He was incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, but still, the blatant refusal to yield impressed Jezin. The knight sheathed his dagger. His sword still remained out, glinting in the sun at his side. He looked into the man's eyes, a new found respect clearly visible. Regardless, though, he could not yield. His pride wouldn't let him walk away from an opponent who hadn't bested him. Still, he didn't want to kill the man. He thought for a moment and looked up, a smile crossing his lips. "Brave words. But no, I will not yield." He made no effort to strike the man, simply standing tall with his sword at his side. A faint breeze blew his plume, the dyed horsehair dancing in the wind.