[Vulpes did threaten to slowly cut his throat out with a butter-knife. He has half a mind to just snap the man's neck right now... but... no. As easy as it would be, Miguel doesn't exactly make a habit out of murdering- despite what rumors of his bloodthirsty nature might say. Instead Miguel suddenly tosses Vulpes back by the throat when he attempts that clumsy punch; satisfied enough with watching the other man desperately choke for a few moments.]

[Besides, he'd much rather use his good hand to finally try and pull his pants back up- since the other has already begun to swell and might as well be useless right now. Miguel curses at the feeling of numbness due to his dislocated wrist as he scrambles to single-handedly button his pants and stand up.]

Son of a bitch.... I should break every bone in your body for what you did..!