He's just getting up, both hands struggling with the pot, which hit the wall with enough force to shove it down over his eyes, and bend it to conform more with his head.
She barrels into him, knocking him backwards, still blinded, and now the side of her sword has the pot ringing lick a gong along with the rest of the effects of the charge.
Unable to see or fight with any finesse, even were he given to such things, he just flails back at her.
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