Short Story: Mismatched Methodology
In everything he did, he was meticulous. Even in a game, he preferred to take down his opponents with finesse and strategy.
The rest of his guild liked to jump straight in and bulldoze their way through with brute force.
Someone cackled as he called up a massive fire storm against the fire-resistant enemies. Someone else was impaled after turning his back on an unexpectedly sturdy enemy.
With a long suffering sigh, he cast his support skills over the other members to save them from themselves.
He needed a new guild.