[Finding himself sprawled on his back is a shock, but Kaname crouched above him sends a twinge coursing through him; both indignation and respect for how quick and smooth the attack that put him there. Conrad glares up at Kaname, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword, defiant yet smiling.]
[Most would expect an attack at the ankles, the point closest to Conrad. So his lightening-fast swing aims for Kaname's neck.