Jezin didn't hesitate when the attacks struck but caused no damage. He was running almost entirely on rage at this point, such things were trivial. He would stop when the man was dead. He saw the man move his sword between his thighs, in that instant, he made a bizarre maneuver. He pushed himself forward, and onto his opponent, making an effort to tackle the man to the ground, moving in the same direction as the man's attack lessened the force, and moved his leg farther from the edge, but he still felt it cut, although probably not nearly as deep as the abomination that stood before him intended. At the same time, he flipped the dirk in his hand and stabbed downward towards the man's eye, dropping Tyler's hand-and-a-half sword as he did so. The now free hand reached forward, aiming to grip his enemy's sword arm and hold it in place so a suitable counter couldn't be made.