[The Dog, being as brash and confident as he was, or at least unafraid of death or being injured, is easily distracted by the heated pavement. His red eyes drop to his feet with curiosity, giving Conrad his moment to blink in past his defenses.
The sword bites into his torso as he reacts, split second, just enough to save a limb. Of course, most would consider a blow like this to be that much worse. It cleaves deep, Haine staggers and clasps a hand around Conrad's sword arm, clutching firmly. He coughs up blood, wheezing softly from the blow before a grin curls over his lips.