I refuse your mental image, and substitute my own!
[ Neil is able to do little but plant a hand on Kira's shoulder and try to push him to a safe distance. Even retaliating is difficult because he's too busy fending off the punches to do much else.
Finally, he takes a nice shot right in the EYE and, with a yell, brings his knuckles in hard right under the man's ribs. If it connects, there is not be much force behind it, but all he wants to do is distract him long enough so he can push with his leg to roll and try and turn things around.
There's just one big problem with that — he can't see. That is... not completely. ] Ow, god damnit what did you do?!
[ If someone doesn't step in now, this won't end in just a few bruised bodies and bruised egos. No, the way Neil's world was flickering in and out of view across half of his vision; the disorientation was bringing more frustration and hate to the surface... ]