Harry's feet stumbled back as he tried to get away from the approaching boy. His fists were clenched and his face was distorted in rage.

"G-get back!" Harry warned.

Herbert continued to storm towards the smaller boy, his violent intentions clear on his face and in his body language.

When there were only a few feet between them, Harry set his face in grim determination, took a solid step forward, and flared his wings out behind him. They snapped out, stretching and expanding until they filled the space behind him completely.

Herbert stopped in his tracks and a cry of surprise left his mouth.

"Holy shit, dude!" He yelped, his anger fading into fear and shock. "You have WINGS."

Harry allowed a growl to leave his throat. "Back off," he snarled, ruffling his wings in agitation.

The fallen boy scrambled to get away from the intimidating form of Harry, who had gone from cowering to towering.