Heh... I wouldn't bad-talk that "bottle of poison" if I were you. It just so happened to be the only thing preventing your face from getting caved in last time, idiota.

[Miguel was always looking for a fight, himself; sober or not. However things were much less boring and predictable when he willingly gave himself the handicap of being outright drunk. Things tend to be over much more quickly when his senses were actually sharp- even when he makes the conscious decision to hold back. He can sometimes get... a bit carried away, admittedly. People have called him bloodthristy in the past- but in his defense, Miguel does TRY to avoid doing anything that'd run the risk of killing anyone. He has enough sins to atone for already.]

Luckily you wont have to "wonder" for much longer. I think you'll find that you like me a lot less when I'm sober.

I'll have to remember to confess later... [As per usual, the towering man doesn't bother with any fighting-stance. He just cracks his knuckles briefly, before lowering his hands.] Are you ready?

Vamos allá! [Suddenly Miguel rushes forward; immediately going to aim a punch for Vulpes' gut.]