[i]Jason let himself drop backwards, making the fist just barely miss his bloody face. He then catched himself with both of his hands, and pushed himself back up onto his feet, blood still steadily streaming from his nose. [/i] "Stop aimin' for me throat, cowboy, might just hit li'l me and make me choke." [i]Jason muttered, blood getting in his open mouth as he spoke. He then spat out a mix of saliva and blood, the filthy concoction hitting the ground.[/i]