Rohaan kept close behind Ash through the tunnels. It wouldn't do to get lost in there, though he suspected he'd eventually find his way out with the help of some animal senses. This wasn't how he'd planned this day. He'd wanted to get her, bring her back, and go back to his life instead of being pushed around by all these royal idiots who had agendas and messes for him to clean. He wondered what kind of ruler Ash would be someday, and he didn't think she was the debutant sort. She didn't look like the kind of girl who spent her time making lace doilies and pining over rich merchant's sons. There was some chance she wouldn't be so horrible a ruler as her father. One could only hope.

Rohaan leaned one ear to the broken door; he heard multiple voices, one loud and sonorous. Probably the villain in question. There'd be a handful of lesser fools to deal with, but there was no agreement that dictated he [I]couldn't[/I] kill the others, and if they were cultists, he had no qualms seeing it through. "Okay, just be fast about it." His voice was barely a whisper, a mere breath. "You get a clear path, you stab that bastard in the back." He took a steadying breath like he was about to plunge into cold water and shifted into a rat. The rat skittered through the bashed door and out of Ash's sight.

Rohaan kept to the shadows and the corners so he could assess the situation a little before engaging. There were indeed a handful of cultists deeply entrenched in some horrible ritual that made every part of Rohaan sensitive to magic reel and prickle. A gruesome pile of bodies lay on the floor like discarded corn husks, and somewhere hovering above them was a shimmer of distorted light. A...portal? Rohaan had never seen a portal, but it looked like what he'd pictured one to be. Damn, they were further along than he thought. Thoburas was at the other end of the room, wrapped in whatever dark magic he was conjuring. If Rohaan had more time, he might have snuck over and tried to just kill him from behind, but he needed to move fast and he also wasn't sure if Thoburas had any kind of wards or anything about him. So, thinking quickly and in an attempt to test his defenses, Rohaan shifted in a flash from a rat to a cyradan, and the slim black dragon appeared to materialize from thin air to those who had not been paying attention. 

His black jaws snapped outward, grabbing a now screaming cultist with a wet crunch before hurling the body at Thoburas with a vicious flick of his neck. Well, he'd gained their attention now at least. One unfortunate soul took Rohaan's heavy whiplike tail to the gut and crashed into the wall. He did not get up. Two more were consumed in a jet of flame and lay screaming and writhing as they burned. Rohaan let out a roar, a loud rumble laced with a high, shrill note, and sent another blast of fire directly at Thoburas.