Elle whipped her head around to face the wooden door before darting toward the wall, gripping the axe tightly. As soon as it swung open, Nilovas had flown at the captain with fire and sword, her head rolling to the ground before she had time to blink. She shook herself into action, hoping the loose armor and boots wouldn't trip her, and charged the imperial soldier, who had narrowly missed hitting Nil. He hadn't seen her coming, so she was able to bring the axe down hard with both hands between his shoulders blades with a yell. Her blow broke the armor, but not enough to do much damage to the skin. The imperial stumbled forward before facing her, narrowly missing a swing from Ralof.

"Is that the best you've got," he spat at Elle before rushing forward, weapon raised.

She didn't have a lot of magicka left, but maybe just enough to catch him off guard and gain the opportunity she needed. She thrust her free hand forward and sent a quick blast of frost right at his face, blinding him momentarily as she sidestepped and slashed the axe at the side of his head, the blade cutting deep as he fell sideways. Elle was about to attack again when she realized that the imperial was dead. Satisfied and honestly rather proud of herself, she let out a small huff of victory and tucked the axe in her belt.

Ralof looked at the gate before back at their deceased enemies,[color=9E9E9E] "Maybe one of these imperials has the key,"[/color] he said.

Elle knelt beside the captain and found the key, taking the liberty of snagging her bracers and smaller boots as well. She walked over to the gate and used the key to open it. [color=00B2EE]"We'd better scram before more imperials come or that dragon decides to smash this building next,"[/color] she said before turning and hurrying down the stairs.

She had to admit, out of all her adventures, this one had been the most exciting. A dragon! A real live dragon! And that didn't look like just any dragon. There was something about that one that struck her as off, or at least, as off as something could be about a creature that hadn't been seen in so long, it was deemed a legend. She remembered reading about dragons in her books and legends of the Dragonborn, a warrior with the soul of a dragon able to use the power of the Voice. They had always been her favorite stories, and now she was living the myth. Now that she was over her initial terror, she was starting to feel rather excited.