Time almost seems to slow down for Theseus, his eyes widening as Newt suddenly appears in front of him. He barely registers Newt's arms coming around him, watching as the appendage strikes across his brother's back, taking the blow that was clearly meant for him.

"Newt!!!"

Seemingly satisfied with its last attack, the mole lets out a last terrible cry before collapsing to the ground, unmoving. It's a good thing too, because Theseus is holding Newt up, his focus just on him as panic begins to override his normal calm.

"Newt-- Newt! Why did you- you absolute idiot!" He has to get his brother to safety now, that wound is infected and normal healing won't help. It's probably the only rational thought Theseus has left, battling alongside the anger and worry he has for him.