[Oh, the blade-- He's instinctively clutching for a sword he doesn't have, and though he jerks back just enough that his eyes aren't hit, the blade slashes just underneath his nose. There's a grunt of pain, but at least he's up and on his feet again, warily bracing himself. He needs to close the distance somehow, but his hands are flexing with frustration. He doesn't know how to do this as well without a sword.]