[Miguel gasps for breath as the grip on his throat losens; face slightly red as he sucks air into his lungs. If he wasn't already feeling woozy and light-headed before, the man certainly was now.]

[Gripping the front of Vulpes' uniform, Miguel raises the man up; voice growling from deep within his throat.]

You... [Cough] son of... a.... [Miguel's hands shake slightly before losing their grip altogether.]