Jor
Jor closed the distance with the girl quickly, raising his axe and screaming in fury. If he knew what he was doing, he might have hesitated. As it was, he had almost gone mad with rage.
Lana barely turned around in time to see the man who'd been fighting off the lizardfolk earlier, only this time he was aiming straight for her. She instinctively put both of her blades up in front of her. What is this psychopath doing? she thought, her weapons taking the full force of the axe - Her entire body shook from the impact and she could feel her bones rattle, her knees nearly buckling from the single strike. He's a lot stronger than I thought...She put some distance between them and squinted a little, trying to make out what exactly she was up against. It was rare to find a human that strong...no, a dwarf? Pretty big for one, but this really wasn't the time to differentiate. She twirled her blades in her hands, circling slowly a few seconds before charging in herself, her first strike a reckless diagonal slash as her other blade wound up for the follow up strike in the same direction.
The dwarf parried the first strike almost absorbing the entire brunt of the powerful hit. It was just enough to throw off his guard, however and the second strike caught him in the side met first by resistance from armor and then even stronger resistance from his flesh. He roared in what might have been pain and brought the heel of the axe down towards her head.
The backbone of Lana's combat style revolved around maintaining a flow to her movements, usually following her previous motions to some extent regardless of what her enemy was doing - while it was poor for adapting, it was what she knew how to do best and, if nothing else, worked excellently with the way she wielded her blades. After she'd slashed twice, she made a fast, full turn and saw the blunt end of the axe coming down - she went low and kept the rhythm, circling around until she was practically back-to-back with the enemy that she was fighting with, her arms stretched out, as were here blades - the improvised routine ended with her facing Jor about the same time he'd finished hitting the air. It didn't give her any room to counter attack, but she was a patient fighter and could bait out reckless openings as she saw them.
Jor's swing hit nothing as the girl's swift movements brought her around him and back again. Her dancing actually caused Jor to get even more frustrated. He brought the axe down to his side and quickly dragged it along the ground and up, trying to send mud into her face. Then he followed through with a swing from the other side.
Lana narrowly moved her out of the clump of mud's trajectory and barely had enough to put her blades up to defend the following attack - except this time, he was striking from the side rather than downward and given her weight, she was promptly sent tumbling to the side, the blood on her clothes mixing with the thick, wet mud. She recovered and wiped some of it from her face, figuring that this wasn't working out very well. He didn't seem to take much damage from her initial attack so she decided to step it up a notch in hopes of coming to a resolution before she's worn out. She pulled her mask over her face and the black empty sockets suddenly had an eerie red glow to them, the warm tone of her skin turning to a sickly gray as she stretched outward in size, several of her bones protruding from her flesh in a grotesque manner. Like the dwarf, in this form, her mind went partially blank and she completely dropped her dancing combat form, betting on a head-to-head confrontation. She slammed the ground with a bestial roar and the earth cratered, sprinting toward him and, right as she entered range, pulling her arms up and slamming down both blades toward him with full force.
A normal axe might have snapped at the strength of the monster's swords coming down on it with full strength. The Kuld was not a normal axe. The mud and blood had been mixing for a while and the soft ground gave in under the combined pressure of the massive blow and Jor's weight. He was past his knees in the gloop when his body began to shake. He roared a monstrous roar as his veigns bulged and he began to grow. In a matter of seconds, he had almost doubled in size, matching the monster in both strength and weight. He pushed at the blades, trying to send her off of her feet.
As Lana had grown, so had Jor, his massive strength multiplied as he shoved back. However, she'd maintained a firm hold in the ground after her strike, sliding back only an inch or two from the resistance. She twirled her blades once and brought them together from both sides.
The now massive dwarf pushed himself backwards away from the swords. His left fist found a nearby wagon wheel and he chucked it at her like a discus.
While unaware of the dwarf's abilities, Lana knew that her own transformation ran on limited time so she charged forward, making sure she stuck to him like glue for the entire duration. She smashed the wheel out of the way as she dashed toward him, this time attempting to overwhelm him with a continuous assault rather than single, powerful attacks, swinging her blades separately but closely together.
The dwarf brought his axe to a defensive position, the blades smacking into it one after another. From all his work he spent trying to block the attacks, he was unable to get in any of his own. The damage he had taken before began to lessen and though he was still raging, his mind began to clear a bit.
That was about half the duration already, she needed to think of something fast before it wore off - seeing how he was still solidified in a defensive position, Lana did something quite bold and let go of her swords, attempting to use her full strength to tackle him to the ground - if he was down, the axe would be too unwieldy and large to maneuver, if he was still holding onto it at that point.
Jor didn't expect to be tackled and was knocked to the ground and into the mud. His axe, which never left his hands, wasn't much help with the beast on top of him.
It seemed to work out in Lana's favor - the tackle was successful and Jor was still holding his axe, and that meant he couldn't exactly move her hands away when she moved in to grip his skull to crush it. Just a few more seconds...
Jor saw her moving in to grab his skull and he reached out to grab her with his free hand, his long arms giving him enough reach to grab at her throat.
Iator
As Iator sauntered up on his pony, the priestess ran up to him, bragged about a kill, and then began sobbing. He shook his head in irritation at the almost childlike impulses of the woman. He didn't have time for this. His attention was instead drawn by the sounds of powerful beasts. His jaw dropped as he watched the two giants fight. He noticed that nearly all of the lizardmen had been taken down and yet these two...creatures were still having at it. He shrugged inwardly and released the charm spell that he had been building up for the dwarf and the lizardfolk. The spell was like ethereal arrows being shot into their cores, meant to shut down all feelings of anger or rage. This shut down Jor completely, and he started shrinking immediately. His rage gone, Jor was almost confused as to why he was even there.
Lana stumbled back, having already begun the revert by the time he'd grabbed her throat. She fell onto her knees and hacked, pulling her mask up as she massaged her neck, tasting blood in her mouth and spitting it out. At this point she was incredibly disoriented and could hardly tell was going on anymore, shivers suddenly having gone down her spine. She looked up with blurry eyes and gradually pieced back the circumstances again, though she was too exhausted to really do anything else. She held her position and let out a hoarse wheeze, knowing she'd need to get that treated.
Jor began to feel all the different spots on his body where he had been cut. An especially deep slice was stinging his side and he felt a migraine begin where the girl had tried to crush his skull. He sat up slowly rubbing his face and pulling his axe close to him.
The gnome tsked at the two and shook his head. "What a waste of time and effort. The Lizards are all gone or dead, you know."
Lana tried to say, "And this nut thought it was a good idea to attack me," but it didn't exactly come out in words, but rather in the form of harsh coughing and spitting blood.
Kamlin
The guard captain bowed to the assembly before him. He had the remains of the victims brought to the room along with the blood-vomit from the courtyard. The different spell casters began to work their magic, gaining clues from their conversations with the dead and from their divination. Kam sat still and silent, working over the crime in his mind and waiting for the others to finish their work.