Wolves

"Come on, Ghostly Star. Stop holding up." Lone Assassin called out as he grudgingly moved forward. 

"This pink mist is irritating as it is. And we already separated from the rest of the group for some reason. I can't see any of them. If we break this group up, who knows what monsters we will have to face on our own." He said.

His sword was as normal as it got. After all, he was just a normal player. As average as one got. 

"Come on. Wait up. I am way too tired for some reason. I had to deal with more wolves than you. You know that." Ghostly Star said, shaking his head. 

"You are an assassin, while I am a tank. You know that I am slower and have to face more monsters." He said.

"Stop bickering, both of you. Its just the three of us here. Better not speak and become a target for any monster that might come at us." The sole woman in this group, Volcanic Python, said, sighing.