[just a flicker, that slightest twinge of extra sense that kept him alive through a life of battle, that's what saves him. A ducking roll and Conrart is suddenly feet away, sword drawn as his long trenchcoat flutters where the casing once was -- ]
[Nothing is there. But something, something is near, waiting and watching, Conrart can still feel the ice cold breath of a blade at his neck where it would have cut.]