Beth
Kogan continued to prowl forward, but the light from Mohg conjuring the flaming spear caused him to move just in time for it to miss, but only barely. The flames grazed the side of his face, leaving it steaming and likely with second or third degree burns. Kogan let out a howl of anger before turning toward where the spear had come from. The moment Mohg jumped from the brush, Kogan raised his greataxe defensively, causing the two to clash with nothing but force. Kogan spat in Mohg's face, "Ah, a strong one are you?" Pushing hard against the orc's greatsword, Kogan beat a fist to his chest.

"You wish to challenge me, boy? Come on then!" With a slow and heavy spin, Kogan aimed to slash at Mohg, hopefully before he'd be able to raise his greatsword in defense. Gora could hear the shouting in the distance, along with the clashing of metal. Hesitantly, the woman began to make her way over before shouting out for Kogan, "Kogan! Are you alright? I'm coming!"
Shirley
Mohg would let go of his greatsword in one hand, raising the greatsword upwards as he flicked his wrist towards the side that the greataxe was coming from. He formed a golden shield to block the blow, his knees bent and his legs spaced to help him to absorb the impact of the blow without needing to move too much. As he did so, however, he immediately brought his greatsword down towards the man. He aimed for his head, however as a consequence to one-handing, the greatsword meant it was less accurate, causing his swing to instead be going towards the man's left shoulder.

It was clear from the rage that was in Mohg's eyes that they had to have met before. But it was likely that the orc could not remember where. The adrenaline-enhanced strength, the pure unadulterated rage teeming off of him, and the attempt on their life in the night. It couldn't be any more personal if Mohg had tried.
Beth
"Not even going to respond to me? You attack from the shadows and refuse to speak, how pathetic you are!" As Kogan's greataxe slammed into Mohg's shield, Gora arrived to see the two orc men engaged in combat. She readied a spell, her hands crackling with lightning as it grew brighter but Kogan snarled her way, "Stay out of this, wench! This is my fight." With a toothy grin, Kogan quickly dodged the sword swing, only to follow up with raising his axe to slam down onto Mohg. "Baaah!" Kogan let out a yell of anger, and used all his rage to fuel his downward blow.

"Kogan!" Gora called out in protest, but she simply couldn't disobey him. She of course knew in her heart he'd win, and couldn't afford the repercussions for going against his word if he did. All Gora could do was watch and wait, but all the while her muscles and demeanor were tense with the urge to join the fight. The electricity died down a bit, but faint crackles remained.
Shirley
Mohg dropped the large and bulky greatsword to the side. He knew in an engagement that was this close in range, he needed to have weapons that were smaller. The golden shield disappeared, as an amber colour flared from within his tattoos, before quickly forming these fiery gauntlets with blades extending from above his wrist. He raised the arm and bashed the axe-head to the side to redirect the blow whilst simultaneously thrusting his other fist towards his chest in order to have the blade pierce towards his heart.

"You do ***NOT*** Deserve a word from me, you murderer!" He roared in range as he parried the axehead to the side. "Not ***ONE*** You child-slaughtering mongrel!" He screamed as he thrust the bladed fist towards the man's chest. The adrenaline still running through his veins meant that he moved faster than he normally would should he find himself in a combat situation. He was normally a calm and collected individual, but the memories of his tribe, his family, raced through his mind and he saw red. He wanted vengeance, and he was not going to let some lousy half-wit orc take it from him.