Goldie
*Though this fog was thick, once he had come into thrusting range the vampiric knight had visuals on the one attempting to stab into him. Leo would throw his kite shield overhead in response and push forward in retaliation, his sword coming up in a diagonal slash at the one guarding him from the others. During that slice, he'd attempt to step into the space just in front of him to prevent from another slash from the guardian whilst attempting to bash the thrust upward with his shield arm. If he was successful, he'd have thrown the sword arm of his opponent upward. This fog made it harder to see what was going on around him, and he'd not know how long he could fight blindly in this as he was unable to gauge the situation. For all he knew, he could be ambushed here in the fog and no one could come to his aid without stumbling through the fog themselves.*
James
*Zed's arrow would fly truly, truly not righteously, to pierce the cultists head. The cultist falls down limp, dying instantly after Zed has killed them. Juna would attempt to shoot her arrow at the guardian, however she miscalculated a bit and instead the arrow flies towards Charles, however he had his hands full with the guardian himself. Charles would block the sword blow easily, using his shield to disorientate the cultist was a success, he was also able to stab the cultist. The cultist lives, however, and falls back. The other mages wouldn't have any spell that could directly deal with Charles, assumedly only having fog seed and whip seed.*
Harold
*Zed and his clones quickly scan the area, looking for any cultists. They would wait to spot any more cultists before attacking.*
Melissa
*The Canifor's predatorial senses were wearing off.*

```5 Mana Regenerated, 100 remaining```

*Juna looked out towards the fog, it was clear she wasn't making too making too many shots from here and her predatorial senses were hardly providing much assistance to what she could see. She couldn't tell much what was happening from up there, but she could only assume of whether or no Leo was holding his own with whatever was going on within the fog. Juna would notch another arrow and draw back the bow string, but this time she doesn't fire. She had mix feelings of whether or not she continue shooting blindly and, lost in thought, she hesitated. Juna had some options, but none of them sounded good to her.*