If he was doing this good at keeping that last one busy, she was more than willing to come up behind and stab him in the back. Human sacrificing cultists didn't get any quarter of playing nice. Tess lunged in while he was focused on Finnick, the knife going in right below the ribcage and cutting upwards. There was a fountain of red and they started to wince, struggling as the knife dug in deeper, dropping their weapon even as she pulled back.

They were still clawing, but it was a losing battle now.