Sounds good to me!
[ He shouldn't be distracted by anything right now. Neil's focus has to be on the fight, because that knife came dangerously close to actually connecting with his shoulder on that thrust that just a few inches would have put him in a world of hurt.
But he scoffs even as he rolls his body away from that attack and brings his hands up in a defensive posture. ] Chatting! [ Cocky? More like bluffing. What he meant to say as a follow-up was interrupted by the feeling of that blade biting into the skin and flesh of his upper arm. ]