The hit to the face was nothing compared to the wallop Poseidon had thrown. That had stung. But the other guy did make s gun for his side which irritated those sore ribs. Theseus gritted his teeth, "We had a deal that you haven't fulfilled!" He barked louder. "Where is it!" He would kill her brother if he'd snitched it. He realized this made him useful for Poseidon---and he'd rather be useful than a punching bag.
Theseus grappled with the larger immortal for a good five minutes or so. Though he was leaner he was raging which made all the difference in the world. Theseus cocked his fist back with one delivering blow to the other man's face, knocking him out cold.
Theseus stepped over the limp body towards Lust who was far too smug. He pointed his finger in warning.