The girl he'd kicked staggers back long enough for a brief respite from that quarter, and Harth lunges forward, fangs bared, to snap at the elbow of the Slayer who'd tried to stake him and filled his world with the scent of his own blood as well as everybody else's.

It's tempting, to stay and fight, but...

There's nothing here, not really. There's a promising door at the end of this hallway, though. Soon as he's free, that's where he's headed, he decides.