[Akira counts the mores of fire swirling around him, calculates which he'll be able to dodge and which he won't. He doesn't labor under the delusion of believing he'll deflect them all. When he rises to his feet and calls forth his broom, the earth still crackling and rumbling beneath their feet, he grips its shaft firmly in both hands and waits for Solomon's attack.]

No. Of course not. I'm going to fulfill my promises no matter what it takes, even if it costs me my life. I won't run away.

[I won't cower in fear.

When Solomon's attack comes, Akira twirls his broom in his hands and dispatches with a number of those fiery arrows, but plenty more stick the landing. One strikes his side, the other his temple, and another digs into the side of his leg. No matter how many hits Solomon lands, Akira is determined to remain on his feet.]