Harry was trying to calm his breath, but in the time it took to get his heart beat to slow, his anger had only increased again. How dare Slater just run away, how dare he! He was just an old fool, a stupid old fool and a coward too. He growled to himself, and flexed his fingers to feel the dull ache. He'd drawn blood, and that was enough. "Don't touch me." He told Viv, and glanced back at Nell. Slater was already after them, but first blood was his.