"The ceiling will serve you no advantages in your angle of attack, honoured aggressors." Akaiji spoke loudly and clearly, his body turning so that he could gaze upwards.
Simultaniously, he clubbed a claw against the floor, checking for reverberations. There didn't seem to be much below the floorboards. Good.
"...No enemies underneath..."
He didn't want anybody to attack his weak point for massive damage.