Akira was quick to start parrying blows but Eliot came back just as quickly each and every time. Akira tried his best to stay sharp, but it didn't work in his favour. He wasn't angry enough, didn't feel enough passion. He didn't have anything to drive him. It was one of the things that made him so good. When he put his heart into it.
A few strikes got through his defences and he toppled over backwards, hitting the floor. Instantly, he brought the wooden weapon up to defend himself, in case Eliot were to strike again.