Duran's eyes opened from his chanting as he looked around and felt the divine spell pull away from him; he was about to complain about the sudden feeling loss from his body.  Holy spells did not harm him unless they were ment to harm, instead they just functioned normally if a bit stunted from the dispute of magic about him.  His eyes focused now, the blood rage gone and his mind solely fixed on the spell at hand.  Power surged at his finger tips and traveled through his body as the spell finished and he looked down upon his companions who were clinging by tiny threads to their positions.   Emrick had traded magic for a shotgun, Duran pondered why but assumed his mana reserves had dwindled down to nothing.<br/><br/>"Emrick!,  Mia!  Get to cover!"  Duran shouted about above all the mayhem at the crashing of wood and stone and the firing of iron with the clanging of steel against the tough bodies of the bogbeasts.  The sky above them grew dark for a moment almost as if indictating rain, then it broke and fireballs began raining down from above striking the bogbeasts hard from every angle and ignating the bastards on fire.  Duran coughed for a moment as he hopped down and rushed under the covered of the bridge.  He had to paddle to keep himself from sinking into the murky waters, but it was well worth it for the safety it offered.<br/><br/>He had to commerate the pair after the spell had taken it's course, not many could have with stood such an onslaught for so long, but they had beautifully executed what had been asked.   Though he still pondered Emrick's reasoning behind the shotgun and not a nice little mana potion.  Instead he didn't press on about it, he just let his head lean back in the water as he looked up at the bridge which was just beginning to crackle with the first signs of immolation.  He sighed, he had hoped one wouldn't strike it, but that couldn't be helped, he'd put out the damn thing once he was sure the bog beasts were gone, though rest did not seem like it would come easily as the beasts stood on the shore flinging stones at their location as hard as they could even as some turned to dust before their eyes.<br/><br/>"Infernal creatures, what madness has possessed them like this?  I could hardly imagine them doing such a thing without some kind of reasoning.  Mayhap all this business with the naga has gotten them on edge, ack I 'ope that someone deals with the bastards soon, but you'd need a small army to get through the damn place."  Duran said as he poked his head back over the bridge, where a few smoldering Bogbeasts still stood, but could barely move let alone stand against the party.<br/><br/>"Poor creatures, I pity them...Emrick are you all right and what about you Mia?"<br/><br/>