Finnick's not a particularly strong fae. In a physical sense, he may as well be human, which is why he's been playing evasive throughout the entire conflict. He steps in and out of the shadows, brandishing his trident and makeshift stakes whenever he can find them. He's not foolish; he can see that they're losing, but he's not the type to give up. Especially not in the face of these wretched creatures. His fellow fae are still fighting, so he'll fight too.

But he still needs to be smart. After every struggle he retreats, back into shadows, occasionally through doors that he closes right behind him so he can recuperate in his own realm. This time he presses his back up against a wall in a dark alley, breathing hard as he wipes blood away from a cut on his cheek. He's becoming magically exhausted as the night wears on, which means he has to take more time to recover every time he uses it, but he still uses just a little to hide himself. His magical aura becomes quieter and he fades into the shadow a little more, but doesn't disappear completely.