Tess seems to be holding her own, thankfully. He tries to get enough speed swimming toward the other two cultists to land a good jab, and thankfully does. However, that cultist is angry and quick, and swipes a dagger at his outstretched arm, slicing it open. Finnick recoils and puts space between himself and the cultist, needing his range advantage. He grits his teeth and swings, trying to land a slash on them.