Though he was hit in the stomach Akakios did not fall, he had his training to thank for this. A spartan wasn't a spartan unless they could work through pain. Though Akakios grunted at the blow he did not fall to the ground or grip at his stomach. He merely snorted and took a few quick breaths as he quickly dove out of the way of the arrows.
As his mind continued to form various plans and such the spartan kept a close eye on Archias, studying his movements down to the very twitch of a finger as the demigod sent a shower of arrows at him. He was quick to move but still found a few of the things embedded in him. Two in his right arm, one in his left thigh, and one in his right shoulder all of which he kept in, only breaking off the tips that still stuck out. When the deadly shower stopped Akakios kept a steady gaze on Archias.
"Fair enough." The spartan nodded slightly to show his approval of this training and again ran at the boy. This time he dropped to the ground at the last moment, sliding on the earth and kicking up a large amount of dirt and dust, before tackling Archias. He attempted to pin the boy, one hand firmly gripping his hair while the other threatened to rip out his lower jaw as Akakios sat ontop of him. The spartan seemed hesitant to try tapping into any of his godly power...