Newt immediately drops the warhammer as he staggers a bit. He lets out a few deep breaths before turning his attention to the other. He starts making his way over to the other. It was over, he thinks at first. Newt, however, was trained to see even the slightest movement. Years of studying creatures and picking up the smallest detail had become second nature to him.

His casual stumbling quickly became a run towards Theseus. "Theseus!"

Things were chaotic, they hadn't checked to make sure that they were surely dead. The body naturally fights to stay alive- Ah, Merlin. Why is he even thinking about this all. He needed to get to Theseus before the mole did!