['Feh. Miguel has been called many things throughout his life. As a boy, he would most often hear "the black sheep". Eventually he was known as a stubborn jackass, a dirty dog, a lone wolf, a raging bull... hell. He's beginning to wonder just which animal suits him best. Despite whatever the answer may be, one thing remains clear; if Miguel is anything to anyone, right now... it's a wild beast of a man.]

[So be it. Let them have their labels, then.]

[Miguel barely manages to dodge Vulpes' incoming fist- and to be honest, the success of the veer was mostly due to luck. When your vision blurs and distorts your view, it can be a bit difficult guessing just which fist you're supposed to dodge.]

Ha-! [But after the successful side-step, the burly man strikes back; aiming a powerful- albeit entirely unbalanced- blow to Vulpes' own face.]

[Er. One of Vulpes' faces anyway.]