They'd been making decent time, upon leaving the trail which let up from Shattrath their speed increased dramatically the hooves of their mounts barely seeming to touch the hard-packed road and flying over the resilient planks which allowed them to navigate the marsh. However upon Duran's cry of warning Mia wheeled in her war horse quickly, luminous eyes scanning the area.  Bogbeasts... lovely. She gave a faintly contempteous snort as their rain of small projectiles pinged uselessly off her well crafted armor. Even as she was sliding off her mount and unslinging her mace from it's resting place at her hip her focus was changing, well aware of the fact that she would likely need to heal the others at some point in the fray she steeled herself mentally (concentration aura) her intensity helping her spellcasting companions to keep their wits about them as well.<br/><br/>She made no attempt to run from the bogbeast which charged her, calmly shifting her wide kite shaped shield from her back and slipping her arm through it's straps the gem in its center flaring for a moment as she infused it with holy energy.  The thing had probably intended to bowl her over with its rush, but thusly fortified Mia merely slid backward a few feet as it slammed into her shield the impact seeming to hurt it far more than it did her though for a brief moment she felt her right arm go numb from the force of its blow.  Though the intense glow her of her shield dimmed slightly after the beast's charge she still stool tall, an otherwordly glow seemed to flare around her rebounding off the high polish of her armor making her a clear and rather threatening target to the creatures which rose up from the marsh around them.<br/><br/>Instead of striking at the monster before her she quickly took stock of her companions and their positions, letting out a deep breath as she deliberately tried to mingle her life energy with theirs willing to take a portion of the pain this combat would potentially cause them upon herself (divine sacrifice).  Though she could not see him she was certain the warlock yet lived, his kind seemed able to exist under water better than most; still she did not know how many beasts might yet lurk under the murky surface.  Emrick seemed to be holding his own well enough, quickly dispatching one of the creatures and she allowed herself to relax slightly even as  a second bog monster lumbered toward her.<br/><br/>She took yet another heavy blow upon her shield, getting grip satisfaction out of the thing's howl of frustration and pain as a jolt of holy energy once more arched through it, and well pleased with the progress of the battle she allowed herself to go on the offensive, the heavy head of her mace arching out to meet the newcommer.  Metal thudded against wood and it sustained very little damage from the impact, but through the silvered weapon she once more channeled divine energy which managed to knock it back a step and give her some breathing room.  She should have been keeping better track of her companions.  Feeling an echo of the blow that Emrick took as he fell from his horse her eyes darted that way just in time to see him take yet another hit from a heavy limb, her body jolting at the impact as well.<br/><br/>With a soft snarl she dropped her guard for a moment to the creatures infront of her and lifting her mace up she made a quick hurling motion toward the bogbeast which threatened the mage.  Though her weapon remained in her hand a shimmering replica arched through the air, hitting the thing with a bright flash which left it momentarily stunned and which would hopefully give him the opportunity to regain his feet and once more enter the fray.  But the action was not without cost.  Although her shield managed to deflect one of the attacks leveled at her a sharp blow landed against her unprotected side.  She could feel ribs cracking even as she was knocked back a few feet a soft snarl coming from low in her throat.<br/><br/>The fray well and truly joined she shifted tactics now.  Though she was in no danger of falling she knew she could not continue to take such a beating and still serve her companions. redirecting the holy energy she'd been channeling into her mace to mending her ribs, she short sweeps of the weapon which she directed at her foes doing little damage but keeping them distracted and on edge for the time being.<em>"Emrick?... on a scale of one to ten how are you doing over there?"</em>With the two hulking things in front of her she could no longer see the mage though her voice rang out to him clearly. Ironically here in the midst of combat her tone held more warmth, and indeed humor than in all their previous dealings.   As for Duran? Though his death would not sadden her she hoped that he his own battle was leaning in his favor.