That one jab, if Aslain wasn't a seasoned knight, it might have killed him. His reaction had to be quick. He saw the angle, there was no time to properly counter, instead reactively angling himself hoping that would be enough to divert his blade, alas it would only be half as effective. Favian would land the first blow, with the tip of the blade glancing towards the gap between his breastplate and his right pauldron. Aslain stifled a grunt, the chainmail would hold, but the impact sent a shock throughout his right side.

Aslain mind flashed back to the battle in France. French knights have been just as brutal, just as ferocious. They were fools, but they were trained fools in good armor and armed with blades just as sharp as the one that he clashed against now. He grit his teeth knowing that he had cheated death many times before. But how long till lady luck turns her favor. The nobles on Aslain's side began to doubt whether he would survive this battle. Sir Favian was in his own right a renowned knight who proved himself in just as many campaigns.

But Aslain was not done, he would capitalize on the few precious seconds despite the pain in his right shoulder. As long as sir Favian was this close he would have to sieze the moment. He dropped his poleaxe and grabbed Favian's sword with both hands, and with his left foot he'd kick him in the middle of his torso to push him away and disarm him at the same time. This was the fighting that he had to do during a campaign, close, dirty, and personal. However, whether these next actions would have the desired effect remains to be seen.