Jezin was shocked the man was still able to function after so much fighting, much less dodge his attack. As Jon dove for his waist, Jezin made a quick spin, sliding around Jon's grip and ending up behind him. He gave a swift kick towards the back of the man's knees, hopefully enough to knock him to the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped his sword back into the correct position and pointed it towards his opponent's back. He didn't want to cause the man irreparable harm, but he was running out of other options. Gripping the blade tightly, he took a step towards his foe and spoke. "Yield now. You've proven yourself a worthy combatant, all you're doing now is destroying yourself. There's no need to die over this match. I tell you one last time. Yield... Or I will cut you down." Jezin no longer spoke with the charisma and flair he had before. His voice was now stony and cold, evoking a tone of icy seriousness.