Jezin's gaze stayed fixed on Jon as he charged forward. It was clear the man was dead set on continuing the fight, regardless of the cost. A faint smile crossed his face as Jon pulled back his fist and made to swing. Jezin lowered his head and the punch connected flatly against his helmet, just above his eyes. The loud clank of bone against metal rang out across the stands. The punch itself did no harm to the knight, but the full force of Jon's weight thrown behind it forced him back a few steps. His ears rang from the strike. It was clear the man had a great deal of strength to throw around. Jezin looked up at the young man, sword still hanging by his side. It was likely connecting with metal hurt the man's knuckles, but it seemed unlikely that such a possibility would even slow Jon down. Jezin stood straight again and pointed the sword at his opponent, taking a step forward. He motioned with his hand for the former farmer to try again.