Take shelter in the barracks

 Knowing that the best chance of your survival is for you to be inside a heavy stone building like the barracks and also for the dragon to have a multitude of targets outside of said barracks to be distracted by, you arrive at a simple if rather ruthless plan. Spinning around in the slack grip of your captive you slam your fist into his mouth as hard as you can. He lets go of you, staggering backwards cursing furiously and clutching at his now bleeding lip, now that you are free you reach out and seize the door, pulling it open and stepping inside, slamming the door shut behind you, and quickly lowering the heavy oaken beam into place, locking the door from the inside. 

   Panting slightly, you take a step backwards from the door as furious, muffled shouting erupts from the other side of it and the door rattles slightly in its hinges as a heavy weight strikes it from the other side.  A deep, cold voice comes from somewhere close behind you “That’s our friend that you just left out there, girlie”   'Idiot!' you think to yourself 'Of course the barracks would be occupied, Idiot!' you slowly turn to look at the owner of the voice. 

   The barracks was long and low, a score of fur covered beds lined its edges while the middle was filled with a trio of long bench lined tables, the room was well lit, with a dozen torches on the walls, there was another door on the far side of the room, but there in the center of the room was the voices owner, and he was not alone.  There were in fact two others in the room, both only a dozen feet from her, the speaker was a Nord, like many of his race he was tall and stocky with wild blond hair, the other man was several inches shorter but was even broader across the shoulders, with the dark green skin and tusked face of an Orc.  Neither of the men bore weapons or even wore armor but the air of menace around them was palpable. 

   Behind you the door rattles as it is struck again, the noise going almost unnoticed as your eyes flicker back and forth between the two off duty soldiers before you, their eyes smoldering with fury.  They have stolen a few steps closer and have subtly moved away from each other, the Orc of to your left with the Nord now sidling through the tables on your right.  Your eyes narrow in calculation as you think, there may be just enough room for you to run between them, leap over the table and then shove open the heavy door and be out of the barracks, all without getting caught by either man.

   The Orc leers at you as he takes a step forwards, a dozen steps away from him the Nord has an identical leer on his face, 'there is no more time' you think 'I have to try now.' You try a feint by running a few steps straight towards the Nord but then in mid-stride turn and sprint towards the long table, leaping with all of your might in an effort to clear it.