[He falls back on his rear when Miguel tosses him away, gasping for breath and clutching at his bruised neck. The fact that the profligate is threatening him while attempting to close his pants with one hand somehow doesn't take away as much intimidation value away from his words. Vulpes isn't normally one to be afraid, but he'd just nearly had his windpipe completely crushed by someone he'd just spent some time tormenting. There were always exceptions to every rule.]

[The Legionary scrambles to his feet, trying not to let his nervousness show while also catching his breath.]

You are... in no shape to fight.

[Not if that hand is as injured as it seems. Still, Vulpes isn't now going to underestimate the damage this man could do with a single hand if he's determined enough.]