Jon once again, spat out off to his side, while keeping eye contact with Jezin. Jon was going to make his father proud, and prove that he was worth something, even if it meant taking a sword in the belly, "Your best against my best." Jon said, simply, with no emotion on his voice. Jon waited about a period of 3 seconds, before sprinting towards Jezin, right fist cocked back. Jon kick jumped the last few feet, throwing the punch downwards at Jezin's chin. Jon wasn't going to let this knight put him down without Jon putting up a decent fight. Sure, he had given the knight a hard time, but that wasn't enough for Jon. He didn't want to do good for a potato farmer, because he knew he had the potential to be much more than that. This act of stupid defiance wasn't a sense of pride, and unwillingness to fail, it was a Jon earning self-worth, and proving to himself, that he was better than everyone thought he was.