Marie
Icarus look around, trying to gather what he can from his surroundings. He had 300ft night vision, but due to the fog cannot see well. He readies himself, preparing for the impending battle and the enemies approaching. "Let's do this."
Kanesha
You all prepare yourself for the approaching enemies. You simply wait as the footsteps get closer, and closer, and closer. At 30 ft away you all can finally faintly make out the outlines of 5 figures. 
You all have very keen sense, and can see 4 of them are moving very irregularly, similar to the undead you've seen prior. One of them appears to be a male steppe elf carrying the remains of a broken bow. Another looks like a more scholarly individual, a male fire macen. Gabriel, as a herb gathering yourself, you would recognize the remains of a destroyed herbalism kit on the macen. Another figure looks like a female white oni wearing broken chainmail and is carrying a broken spear. The last figure looks like a mage, a male kitsune wearing battered/soiled robes with a broken staff over his shoulder. 
The fifth figure hangs in the back. Looking closely it appears to be a macen with wiry white hair, but its skin is so dry and pale that you can't be certain. It is wearing leather armor and to its side is a sinister looking longsword. In its hands is a longbow, and it pulls an arrow out of its quiver and notches it. Despite the haze and the impressive stealth you all have, it somehow still knows where you all are and takes aim at Charlotte and lets loose a shot.
Dominique
"*Fuck, I don't like this at all.*" Gabriel grumbles. Looking at the five figures, Gabriel concluded that the ones that look like an herbalist and a scholar might be the weakest of the five. With this thought, he would send his blue collared wolf to knock down the herbalist and the other two, the scholar. If they successfully knock down their targets, they would be commanded to start tearing at the figures' necks.
Laura
Charlotte is probably much faster than the undead, but that doesn't mean she could expect every shot that another archer took. As the archer pulls back and fires a shot, the elf lunges to the left, and avoids too much of a damage. However, the arrow leaves a nasty gash along the side of her thigh. Wincing in pain, but quick on the draw, Charlotte readies an arrow and fires as soon as she can, aiming it at the archer's hand.