It rattled him, but did no damage, and it taught him his lesson.
Round 3.

Tempted in turn by his slight success, Randall shammed slow again.

But once bitten is twice shy, and this time he overreached himself, in two senses.

His lunge, falling short, let in the little one, who dealt him a double knock--rap, rap, on either side of the jaw--before breaking away.

Stung out of caution he rushed and managed to close, but took a third rap which cut his upper lip.
First blood to Wesley.