"You should learn not to focus all your brain power on what comes out of your mouth, Prisoner." the Imperial Captain says coyly.
I look down at the blade in me. I'm not sure if it's the rush of adrenaline or shock, but I feel no pain. The Captain pulls her blade out of my stomach and the hole in my armor, and spins around with a horizontal slash at my neck and turns around immediately to deal with Ralof.
But I'm not dead, my head is still intact. If anything my health is low. The blood has just stopped flowing from the stab, and my neck, instead of failing to connect my head to my body, only squirted out a bit of blood.
I look at my hand, touch it to my wounds, and find them to be non-existent. It's like I got hit in the game: a bit of blood, but no actual wounds. The armor is even still intact, even though earlier it looked like there was a hole.
Unfortunately for the Captain, she assumed I was dead long before my soul even would dare to leave my body.
I make eye contact with Ralof, see the worry with a slight bit of fear as the Captain turn to continue her attack on him. He probably assumes I am about to fall to my injuries, and returns focus to the Captain.
Without a sound I slowly follow the Captain towards Ralof. Ralof blocks and parries her barrage and attempts to get in some of his own, but they either bounce off her arm guards or she parries, only to continue. Ralof seems sure to tire eventually.
But I want to enjoy this moment.
Ralof's jumps back panting, then finally sees me almost right behind the Captain. His eyes go wide and he can't take his eyes away. The Captain rushes forward, but noticing the change in demeanor, skids to a stop, allowing me to catch up right behind her.
Before she can turn around, I grab her mouth with my right hand and pull her back, while with my left, I run my blade through her torso, managing to clip through the steel in her armor, due to it being one of the kill moves in the game. As she is dying I pull her head back and move mine to the left of hers and smile at her wide-eyed fear and confusion.
"Aw gee la Capitán! Maybe you shouldn't focus all of your brain power in believing that your victims are really dead! Although then again, I'm sure you're accustomed to taking swords from behind."
The Captain coughs up blood, making me move my hand in disgust. She weakly turns her head towards mine and smiles. "Enjoy this...while you can,…Prisoner. I'm certain...I'm certain this is the deepest you'll ever be in...a woman!" She coughs once more in my face and dies smiling before I can respond with an embarrassed false claim about me "getting the ladies".
I let her slide off my blade onto the floor, spit for good measure, then look up at Ralof.
"Close your mouth, man. I can smell the lack of toothpaste from here."
Ralof closes his gaping mouth, shakes his head and walks past me to retrieve his axe.
"Come on man! Aren't you going to ask your 'god' what happened there?" I say jokingly.
"I couldn't possibly care less. I've seen enough crazy things today." Ralof responds tiredly.
"What do you mean? I only killed more people today than you, a veteran Stormcloak officer" I continue coyly.
Ralof turns around suddenly and throws the axe he used to fight the Imperial Captain past my head, which bounces off the wall behind me and clangs to the floor. This makes me go silent and Ralof stoops down and pulls his other axe out of the Imperial Soldier's head, with it coming blood, bone, and brain fragments.
"Do you think it's all about killing?" Ralof says still looking at his freshly retrieved axe.
"Ralof chill man I-" I begin to say.
"Because it is not!" Ralof says, turning his head to me and standing up suddenly. "This war is for freedom! To believe in what we want! To live our lives breathing the fresh air of freedom and not the boot of oppression! Do you think that I enjoy killing my fellow Nords?" He asks pointing the axe at the fallen Imperial Soldier's corpses.
"Ralof relax man-" I begin again.
"BECAUSE I DON'T! BUT I MUST KILL OR ELSE THEY WOULD KILL ME FOR MY BELIEFS! FOR MY LOYALTIES! FOR THE ARMOR I WEAR! OR PUT MY FAMILY TO DEATH BECAUSE THEY WON'T KNEEL TO THE THALMOR'S WHIM! That is why I fight, That Guy Right There. For my beliefs, my family, to be rid of a corpse of an Empire, and for those who cannot fight for their beliefs." Ralof says, anger creeping into his eyes. He points the axe in his hands at me accusingly, "Why do you fight? For blood? Enjoyment? You don't deserve whatever power you have."
I don't speak. I don't actually care what he thinks, this is just a game after all. I just know that if I say something, he will yell more and I might even have to fight him, which would really change things.
After some time and a dragon's cry shaking the Keep, Ralof relaxes, "Do any of the Imperials have the key to the gate? We need to keep moving before more show up."
"Yeah the Captain does. There are more Imperials ahead by the way, but I have an idea." I reply with a wink.
