Juan
Ingvar's hands and sword glows red as he casts an empowered strike. He waits for the beast to get closer as it leaps to him and he sticks out his sword to stab it, putting his weight into it so he can try to impale the creature on his blade and end the fight in one stroke.
Ruth
He curls his wrist inwards as he brings his fist up to his chest waiting for the perfect timing as the beast flies through the air. Just went it's 3/4ths of the way to him, he thrusts at an angle upwards into the chest of the ghoul. The blade cuts into the pale white flesh and the force from the creature and gravity make it all the easier. A sickening crack can be heard as the ribs break under the force sending shards of bone into the creatures lungs and heart, mortally wounding it. However since the beast is still... Moving through the air that means the body of its soon to be lifeless corpse collides into Ingvar sending him sprawling to the ground with a bleeding and now mostly dead corpse of some hideous fiend ontop of him. Save for a few bruises from the collision he seems to have been unscathed by the encounter. Though his armor is probably going to smell like shit for some time... Also, thankfully for him the ghoul isn't too heavy so it's not like he's pinned.
Juan
Ingvar lifts the corpse off of him with a grunt. He's had worse than this. He promptly grabs his sword and stabs the throat to ensure it's dead. With that out of the way, he starts to search around the corpses. Or, what's left of them, to see if they have any money or valuables he can salvage and sell.
Ruth
He finds two rusted short swords made of iron - not the best but they might fetch a pretty penny to a desperate enough garrison. The armor is in complete taters - he'd be better off using them as compost then as something to sell. Besides that it doesn't appear like there's much of any valuables. However, out of the corner of his eye he notices the light flickering from his torch bouncing off something shiny. A pile of refuse and gore mixed in with likely the unfortunate goods of past victims... One would have to be truly desperate for coin to delve into such a refuse for profit.
Juan
A shame that Ingvar overspent. He sighs at the fact that armour is in tatters. But the piles of refuse and gore does catch his eyes. "Ugh. Disgusting." He says, trying to pull whatever it is mixed in by pinching his fingers. He's going to have clean this off for sure. Hopefully there's somewhere he can bathe nearby...