Once airborne, I remember I'm not Batman.

My jump is a bit short, causing my feet to catch on the railing of the inn and my face to make sweet love to the burning floor. "Oh fuck me." I look back up at the tower and notice Ralof is gone. Hopefully he didn't see me eat it and won't give me shit for it later.

I notice that a red bar with a bit of it missing appears in my vision. The HUD being active is huge meaning that maybe some other menus will be available, making my life easier. I get up, and pat out a small flame on my burlap pants.

I continue forward and drop down through a freshly burnt hole in the floor. I consider equipping the Flames spell and attempting to fight Hadvar, but I have no idea how to open the menu.

I pass the threshold and see Hadvar with his group of refugees, consisting of the boy and his father from earlier and an old man. I try swiping in front of me with my hands and even concentrating really hard but i can't seem to equip Flames.

I look over and notice that the father is injured. His son is trying to help him up to get to cover, but I know that Alduin is coming. Hadvar notices Alduin's change in flight towards them and calls out points with his free hand to the sky "Haming, you need to get over here now!" Hamming looks into the sky, is pushed forward by his father, and conflicted, runs towards Hadvar and behind a burning building. Alduin lands directly in front of his father, and realizing there's no saving him, Hadvar yells out his name, Torolf. Alduin spews a wave of flames on Torolf, and Hadvar dives into the cover with Haming, exclaiming,"Shit! Everyone get back!"

I decide to just let this script go the same as it does normally and approach as Alduin is flying away. The group hasn't noticed me yet and Hadvar tells the old man to watch over Haming while he looks for General Tullius. I get close behind Hadvar and he turns around swinging his sword out of instinct.

I barely step back in time and raise my hands in surrender, "Woah big guy! Watch where you're swinging that thing. Kids could get hurt you know!"

Hadvar points his blade at my throat and smirks,"Didn't know you referred to yourself as a kid, prisoner. Interesting that you're still alive, it's like as if you know something. My guess is you're going to need to answer for all this wreckage, so if you want to stay alive longer, you'd best stay close to me."

"Damn Hadvar it's like you want to hurt kids. Best watch out for this guy Haming. Sorry about your dad by the way Haming and I know that an i-told-you-so isn't really appropriate, but as an advocate of the That Guy Right There Is Always Right Club, I must say: I told you so."

Hadvar presses his blade harder into my neck and beckons me forward, "How about we just go and stop traumatizing the boy with your presence huh?"

I pull away in the direction of the beckon and sarcastically bow towards Hadvar saying, "As you wish M'lord, anything for Hadvar the wise."

Being that the script where Alduin lands on the wall had already passed during our conversation, we rush through the burnt building and I pick up a downed Imperial's sword as we run through to the Keep.

As we approach the Keep, Hadvar and I hear Tullius call out to Hadvar: "Into the Keep, soldier! We're leaving!" Hadvar rushes ahead of me and tells me to continue staying close.

In the courtyard, I begin to wonder where Ralof and the other Stormcloaks are. As Hadvar and I are about to reach the door, Ralof runs in and cuts us off, holding and iron war axe. In a defensive stance and with a serious look on his face he stares down Hadvar, "That Guy Right There and I are escaping Hadvar. There's no stopping us this time."

Hadvar enters a similar stance and responds, "Ralof! You damned traitor! This prisoner is mine and he has information important to the legion. He is staying with me!"

Suddenly I realized that my outbursts, especially my countdown, reveal my knowledge of this world, and even might suggest that I had something to do with Alduin attacking Helgen. Knowing that the Stormcloaks would be much more understanding and receptive because it saved them, I also enter a similar stance with the sword I picked up, not actually having any experience with a sword, and say, "No Hadvar, I'm going with Ralof. You're not stopping us."

Hadvar looks back at me angrily. I meet and reflect his gaze. He turns back to Ralof, waits for a few seconds, sighs, and says calmly, "I can't let Imperial intel go to the Stormcloaks." And swings his sword.

Ralof catches the blade in the space between the head of the axe and the handle, and attempts to disarm Hadvar by twisting it to his left. Hadvar notices this and pulls his sword back and attempts a stab. Ralof jumps to the right and successfully avoids it, swinging his axe horizontally in response. Hadvar jumps back close to me and I notice his sword arm's shoulder is slightly exposed in his armor, and without thinking I shove the point of my sword into the opening.

Hadvar screams out in a mix of pain and rage and tries to back handed swing his sword at me, but fails due to the muscle cut from my stab. Ralof charges and Hadvar switches to his left hand to block Ralof's assault. With this new opening, I go for a cut on the back of Hadvar's right knee. Hadvar immediately drops down to his knees from the cut, reopening Hadvar's defense for Ralof. Ralof chops downward straight into Hadvar's left collarbone. It is mostly blocked by his armor, only cutting a couple of inches in, but you can hear the sound of breaking bone. Hadvar grits his teeth and tries to get back up from on his knees, but falls backwards onto his back. I press my blade into his throat.

"Oh how tables have turned Hadvar! How does it feel having a sword to your throat? Do you like that? Does it feel good? Does it make you feel respected?" I say as I press harder, drawing a bit of blood.

"I hope-," Hadvar says wincing in the pain now amplified doe to the lack of his adrenaline rush, "I hope that fucking dragon takes you both to Sovngarde!"

Alduin roars and flies directly above us, breathing fire onto the archers on the walls around us.

Ralof taps me on the shoulder with his axe head and gestured to the Keep door. "Come on, we need to get out of here before that's us!"

"Killjoy," I murmur as I shove my sword through Hadvar's throat.

Ralof enters the Keep, and I follow right behind him.