Crack. During the loud clang, it could be heard. Jon could feel it. He had broken his hand. Jon was surprised Jezin didn't take a jab at him, once he had failed on his attack. Despite having a slightly broken hand, Jon refused to let any pain show on his face. Jon clenched his right hand, again. It hurt more than just about anything Jon had experienced in his life. He grinded his teeth as he clenched his fist, and sprinted at Jezin, again. While Jon's face was most removed from emotion, his eyes showed a fire that burned so intensely that it was a wonder that the man could keep a straight face. Jon dodged around the pointed sword, and ducked slightly, and raised his fist up at Jezin, aiming for an uppercut, and placing everything he had into the punch.