Jezin cursed as the man escaped his grip, but he had done what he intended, he had crippled the agile fighter, at least somewhat. Seeing an opening as the man rose to his feet, Jezin grabbed the sword he had dropped to the ground and plunged forward, finding his footing, but also feeling a deep ache in his wounded ankle. He made an upwards diagonal swing in an attempt to knock the man's weapon out of the way and quickly jabbed the dirk towards where he believed the man's heart to be, though he was beginning to wonder whether normal human anatomy was even applicable to the situation. The man had taken hits that would've incapacitated an ordinary man by now. What exactly was he fighting?