Raln grimaced in pain as the tip of the weapon stuck into his shoulder as his sword arm was crossed over his body. He got careless in light of recent events, but he didn't have much time to do any advanced planning in these sorts of scenarios. He had to act fast and by instinct until he could get some separation of one of them fell to the other. Things might turn out that way really soon. 

While his opponent's weapon was preoccupied with stabbing him, with all the adrenaline in his body he pushed through the pain and swung his sword back in the other direction now, this time lowered to account for his opponent's lowered position. Although the sweep sent him sliding downwards into a crouched position he was still going through with his swing underneath his opponent's blade towards his lower abdomen.