Yvah stood in a battle fluid stance as she awaited her time to strike. The Goliath raised his weapon for a strike, quivering under its weight and his mounting wounds, until his motion was cut short by a hunk of sharp steel cleaving down through his skull. Yvah did not see the man's body split down the center, only the haze of black splotched red that washed over her. The clattering, grunting and yelling sounds of battle stopped until there was only noise of idle panting and the [i]drip, plop[/i] of flesh-addled blood falling off of Yvah's body. She didn't do much to react other than blink and smear her eyes free of gore. But after a moment to let the situation seep in, Yvah looked up to Lex and beamed an uncannily bright smile at him. 

Soon there was chatter again as the party started to get their bearings together. More than chatter, at least, in that two in particular were bickering about what was done to their attackers. Yvah couldn't help but agree with her green friend, though she felt that Daisy's mourning should be cut short a moment. Walking up to the tiefling, Yvah said, "Daze, you know only big, mean one is dead, right?" Yvah glanced away from Daisy a moment just to realize that she herself was still covered head to toe in the aforementioned man's brain matter. Her hand slowly backed away, leaving a smudged red print behind, then moving back to scratch the back of her head absentmindedly. "Heh, sorry luv," she said with as much awkward sincerity as she could. 

"Oh!" her feline portions perked up at the exclamation, "We can take them to the Homely Kobold, I used to work there! They don't ask a lot of questions and we might be able to find someone that can help with... clean up," she motions toward the half-remaining Goliath, "We can question these guys, have a little nap and be on our way!"