Five looks wildly to the shadows when Ben calls for him, just as he had his hand around the thrown blade. In an instant his rage turns to full-on panic. Ben can't be here. Any threat to his life is nothing compared to the possibility of losing his brother again.

"There's more," he says quickly, tense as he barely fights the urge to slice their individual heads off just as they had the hound. They're too exposed, and he can't bring himself to risk leaving Ben to fend for himself even for a few seconds.

A glint of light shining off of metal catches his eye, and he grabs Ben's arm without ever thinking of where he should take him. Blinking while drunk is never a smart decision, so when he teleports the two of them, he slams into something solid and loses his footing. The sound of movement tells him he didn't go far, and when he looks up he only sees two large crates down the alley from the hellhound's corpse.

"Shit," he rubs his shoulder and throws his bright, alarmed gaze back at Ben. "Are you alright?"