[At first, the wild man chortles as he successfully mounts his opponent the way one might pounce upon a raging bull; grinning widely. The larger man's weight settles comfortably atop the smaller man's own. Ah, yes... this proximity is much better. Miguel's deep voice suddenly erupts into a fit of boisterous laughter once more as he contemplates pummeling the other man right then and there. This is the kind of bliss that the Spanish man is only ever capable of feeling in the midst of battle; the joy of dominating another opponent. The man knows damn well that the advantage has now been drastically shifted in his favor- and he's going to take his sweet time enjoying this moment...]

[-Or at least that was the plan, until Vulpes suddenly wraps his hands around Miguel's throat.]

Nghk-! [The drunkard gasps through the restriction on his throat; eyes widening. One hand reaches up to pry the other man's hand away from his neck, and he grits his teeth as he chokes. Before getting too light-headed, Miguel suddenly takes action; abruptly giving Vulpes an open-handed MANLY SLAP across the face.]