At first, he wasn't sure what Eliot was doing. The movements came so quickly that he almost panicked. Akira jumped back from the jab, tucking his stomach in and jutting his back out as he did so, just to make sure it didn't make contact. But he had to be more careful. Not that he really cared. It never stopped him before! And besides, whatever they had to sued to patch his wounds up was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was much more incredibly advanced. He was sure it would hold.
He brought the practice sword up, attempting to strike the blade to knock his arm of balance. Akira was too focused on not getting hit that he barely noticed the grin on Eliot's face.