Ngh--GHK! [There's a certain desperate, savage fury in Miguel's eyes as he's caught off-guard; his windpipe suddenly constricted by the sturdy metallic chains around his own neck. The Spaniard grits his teeth; that strain on his neck getting to him for a moment. A few strangled, choking noises escape his throat and make him feel light-headed as he fights for air. Miguel's free hand claws at the other man's arm for a moment before going to harshly shove Vulpes downward; aiming to crash the back of the man's head directly against the floor below in an effort to throw him off.]