So, he was immune to fire. Rohaan had a feeling, but he couldn't help but be disappointed a little anyway. Fire consumed all, and this bastard had the cheek to defy that truth. Hmph. If Thoburas thought he could throw off Rohaan with some assurances he'd killed one of his own in the past, and that he might like to try eating him, then the delusional elf was quite mistaken. As a cyradan, he could not speak in words, or he would have answered, [I]"Tell me, who hasn't? You might have killed a few abused wretches with no fight in their souls, but you've never met one like me before."[/I] Instead, a rumble resounded from deep in the dragon's chest, and it almost sounded like laughter. He'd seen the shadow stealing closer to Thoburas, even if the elf hadn't noticed it. Rohaan knew he was out of range, but he snapped his sleek head forward, dark gray teeth sliding together like so many pairs of scissors, and let out a short roar. 

Ash got to him then, and Rohaan's focus shifted a little to the cultists that were either just now working up the courage to engage, or had just joined the party. They mainly focused their attention on him, like Rohaan expected. The thing about dragons of any breed is that they were powerful and extremely destructive, but at the cost of becoming everyone's favorite target. He liberated one man's head from his shoulders with one powerful bite, and plowed down three others with one sweep of his tail, but there were enough of them that he couldn't manage them all. One got close enough to slash at him, and though his light scaly armor eased the blow, it could not keep the bite of the blade out completely. A disappointingly small slash of silver blossomed on the shifter's foreleg near the shoulder. Rohaan roared in fury, and the cultist responsible was torn nearly in two by Rohaan's teeth for his insolence. 

He looked back and saw Thoburas on top of Ash, choking her with sick glee. Damn, she should have just killed him when she had the chance. He wanted to scream at her in frustration, but he neither could, nor was it the time for it. Thankfully, she gouged out the elf's eye and freed herself from his grasp, but that didn't seem to daunt him. Rohaan had just torched a pack of four cultists to death when some of the bodies on the floor began to move and shamble up.

[I]Damn![/I] He'd heard of necromancy, though he'd never seen it before directly. But he did know that dead bodies were still bodies, and they were held together with sinew and flesh. Rohaan moved fast, coming up behind Ash like a liquid shadow. He'd done this maneuver before, and though it usually worked best when the other person knew what to do, he went ahead anyway. The shifter snatched Ash's upper arm and pulled her in towards him, and then as his body lowered, it inexorably pushed her down to the floor. His black wings wrapped around himself and her like a tent, and he kept her pinned to the ground without actually pressing her. And, staying low so as to form a body shield around Ash, he drew in a deep breath, and when he exhaled, it was an inferno. He sprayed fire in an arc around him, consuming anything in the room that was not steel or stone. Even shielded by his fireproof body, the heat in the room was intense. 

The blaze receded, gnawing at specific objects rather than filling the space around them, and Rohaan backed off, letting Ash up. Rohaan reverted to his natural shape wearing a dark grin. "I can do this all day, elf. You want to be the one to kill the infamous Rohaan Ja'aisen? Then come and get me. But I'll warn you, I taste like shit." He laughed, picked up the axe of a fallen cultist and hurled it at Thoburas. In the same moment, he shifted to a wolf and charged, aiming a bite at Thoburas' leg. If he could actually kill him, that would be a bonus, but he really just needed to hold his attention long enough for Ash to plunge that knife of hers into his back.