Goldie
Charles would rinse and repeat his former strategy of dealing with the vine whip, shredding through it's grasp with his enchanted blade. Though, this did stop him from closing the distance between he and the group he was attempting to flank. Should he successful in warding off the vine trap, he would pull back and remain at a steady pace in attempt to continue pursuit of the cultists. How annoying, that they were constantly bombarding the three of them with spells, as Charles had no means of ranged combat. All he needed to do was close the distance and he could kill one or two with a single strike. That being said, the clone had yet to truly stop them in their tracks as well, and they continued to flee from the two of them. How annoying... 
`"This is stupid. Why am I killing a bunch of drugged up fools."` *He silently muttered to himself between short and controlled breathes as he paced himself not to grow tired too quickly.*
James
*The fog would start to disappate, but they would lose a key advantage if they did, so they are going to recast fog seed. The guardian would multicast the fog seed to make up for the 3 members running from the fog, the other 2 cultists would follow along casting fog seed themselves. It would seem as if the guardian has spent most of their mana, as he would draw his sword now. Strangely, he knew where exactly Charles is in the fog, must have thermal vision. The guardian thrusts his sword into Charles' chest.*

*Outside the fog, Juna would find one of the cultists positions with a margin of error of about a foot, Juna wouldn't be able to aim the bow at a specific part but only in the general direction. She lets go of the arrow and it flies to a cultist, who gets stabbed in the arm. Zed shoots an arrow at one of the cultists, without a defensive mage they are practically dead meat, so he dies with reletive ease. The clone wouldn't throw his knife at the same target but at the other, it would hit the back of the cultist but didn't have enough power behind it to be lethal. The cultist reaches the best speed they can attain... A surprisingly fast 32mph sprint.*
Harold
*Ah, that one cultist. Looks like he's fast. Not faster than an arrow though. Drawing his bow, he aims at the fleeing man's head. This should be an easy kill, due to the such close range and the speed of the projectile. The arrow pierces through the air, soaring for its target.*

"I can see you!"

*The clones ready throwing knives in one hand, and spin sickles in the other, waiting for any sign of movement, but right after one throws another throwing knife at the fleeing cultist's knee.*
Melissa
*Juna reaches back into her quiver and draws another arrow, notching it on her bow once more. She readjusts her aim, narrowing her eyes as she looked into the fog. Juna could only hope that she didn't end up hitting something important. Though she had an idea of where she was shooting at, she didn't like that she was basically going about it blindly. It only made it more risky of her hitting something or someone, by accident. Jace kept close to the base of the tree, between weapons and arrows flying back and forth throughout the fog, the jackal didn't want to find himself getting stabbed by one or the other. Juna drew back the string of the bow, trying to lock aim on another cultist member and shooting an arrow out towards them as she had done before, trying her best to be careful where she aimed for.*