*A ward flashes up to absorb the energy heading towards Finnick, albeit being destroyed by the hit*
Finnick: Give me my staff back and we'll call it even. Even get you some Lyrium dust to have, if you want. It's my final offer.
*Finnick draws a small knife, and slices his palm open calmly*
Finnick: Or I get the Fade to make an appearance. Not sure we want that headache right now.

*The Elf shrugs*
Elf: By some. I was more hated when I fled the Chantry with Finnick.
*She tries to ignore the fight, and isn't worried for Finnick's sake as she's sure of his capabilities*
Elf: What are you looking for? And who is John?
*Her tone is patient and seemingly genuinely inquisitive, without a hint of her demanding an answer*