Andrea
*Tia stepped forward, looking between the Stormcloaks and the Imperials.* "This isn't the time for battle! We need to work out of here in order to get ourselves and these townfolk to safety! We can go back to the war as soon as we're safe, but we must work together for now."
Joseph
"It was only a momentary comment, if it were a full discussion we'd be occupied for hours. But you are right, however. Time is not on our side."

*Bromfing stepped forward, calling out to the Stormcloaks and Imperials.*

"The lass is right! Please, stay your weapons. You are somebody's child."
Sergio
*Rodric groaned as he took the flames, singing his hair a bit more. His magic resistant skin managed to hold up, at least partially, but he quickly realized this wasn't the best idea and dropped down. He turned his head to the legionnaire.*

"Aye, probably. Not a bad idea there! You lads wouldn't happen to have a ballista here, would you?"
Kelly
"There should be one atop the tower!" The captain shouts, "We need to scare that thing off, and soon!" She was right, atop the tower was a salvaged dwemer ballista, primed for use. 
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A break in the fighting. The Imperials were more open to the idea of a temporary ceasefire during this crisis, since they were surrounded, the Stormcloaks not so much. Blood in the water, opportunism.
Micah
"I'm all for killing legionnaires, but perhaps we should think about how killing them makes our cause look." He says, "I doubt killing them in such a crisis would make us look very good."
Ralph
He hangs back, following the lead of the others
Andrea
*Tia huffed, clearly not amused by the Stormcloaks' reactions.* "You are fighting to free Skyrim from the Empire, yes? How does it serve the cause to throw your lives away to fight now when we'll all die to that dragon if we don't get out of here. Live to fight another day, and work to save these innocent people who've done no wrong."
Joseph
"It is an honorable death that earns a man his place in Sovngarde, not a desperate one. Not a cheap one. A worthy one. Risk your lives for the people when it really counts. This fort is going to be destroyed, and we can't stop it. Please, kinsmen, come with us. Live now for victory or Sovngarde later. There's no need to rush."
Sergio
*Rodric nodded, running towards the tower again. This time, instead of driving his fingers into the rock, he first leapt up to climb onto the wall, and then from there onto the ledge of the tower to pull himself up. Provided he managed to make it up, he would hastily grab the ballista, lifting it up and aiming it around toward the dragon. Without a word, he released a bolt aimed at the winged beast's chest.*
Patricia
*Skoll was still herding the now refugees of Helgen behind the head of the group, holding his great sword tight. Being the sheep dog of the group*

"May we hurry this along? I'm sure this civil war can hold out for a few more hours, I'd rather like to see my home once more!"

*Skoll calling to the front, being frank and straight with his points while throwing some lighthearted words to release some tension*
Kelly
The bolt flew, as it impacted the dragon's chest it fragmented, sending splinters flying in multiple directions, a few piercing the wing membrane, sending the dragon tumbling to the ground with a loud *THUD*
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The ceiling shakes, rocks fall, part of the room collapses. Time is running out.

The Stormcloaks begrudgingly stow their weapons. Joining the convoy with a few... Disapproving murmurs.
Micah
"With that out of the way perhaps we could get out of here? Before the whole structure collapses on top of us."
Ralph
"Likewise. No amount of magic could stop that force."