Clearly, this fool Crown had no idea who he was dealing with if he thought he could just announce Rohaan was arrested and call it done. Was this supposed to be a joke? He actually rolled his slitted dragon eyes at the stiff formality. It was an odd thing...Rohaan preferred his enemies to be incompetent to a degree, or else he wouldn't have lived as long as he had. He didn't exactly want them to be terribly good at their job but...well...this just felt insulting. Partly, he was sour about it because he hadn't been in the mood for this game and had really just wanted to go to bed. But even if he'd been in the mood for this cat and mouse game he'd always played, this was just...boring. None of them had any kind of technomagical shielding, wards, or even special gear that might protect them from fire. Sure, they had body armor. That would--oh [I]no[/I]--prevent him from shooting them...at least in the chest. But what a lot of Crowns failed to understand is that body armor only protects from projectiles. A body cooked just the same in armor as it did in a hoodie. And, as he demonstrated with the first poor sap, they could still be crushed. He huffed, and a little puff of smoke billowed from his dark nostrils. Didn't they do their research? 

Enough of this game, he was tired of it. He would scrape together his things and sleep outside--again--but at least he'd sleep and be left alone. But first, he had to get rid of these pesky Crowns...He took in a long breath, tensed the muscle responsible for spraying the incendiary liquid that lurked in his belly, and--

Music. A little old fashioned for him, maybe, but...music? Crowns were not the sort to play music, and it was getting louder. A vehicle he could not see from his position screeched to a stop, and he heard the sound of multiple doors opening and shutting. Voices. Detective Miller. He'd remember that name for sure. Whoever had arrived was evidently not a cop, and in fact had some tension between him and the Crowns. Some casual banter. And...

He huffed, exuding more silvery gray smoke as he tasted the air with his black tongue. Free magic. He could taste it and smell it in the air, a scent like hot steel that told him that something out there exuded free magic, and not the more controlled technologic. Rohaan snaked his angular black head over so he could peer through the opening of the door with a blue eyeball the size of a lemon. A woman had an odd, ancient looking staff planted in the ground, and as he saw it, he began to form an idea of who these people were. He didn't know much about them, but if they were who he thought they might be, things were going to get interesting tonight. They operated with an arrogance and confidence that the shifter decided he at least admired in a way. It made them more interesting opponents, anyway. But then, he thought with a wicked snarl, every man burns.

Rohaan waited to see what this staff was going to do before striking. It would be foolish to make a move without knowing the situation. So he crouched, harboring a dangerous growl in his dark chest, and waited. A crack sounded outside, and a dark substance began to crawl towards him. Oh, this was going to get interesting indeed. As the dark mass came closer, it split into distinctive shapes. Crawling black bugs. Rohaan actually groaned, and the sound was a low, languid growl in his current shape. He didn't want to have to do this. He was going to have such a nice, relaxing night before they showed up. He was going to slip away tomorrow morning and go off in search of his next mark. But no. They made him do this. 

His graphite teeth showed like neat rows of small black daggers as he opened his mouth and without any hesitation, blasted the whole front of the hotel room, paying special attention to the door where the creatures were filing in, with flames so bright they blazed like furious white streaks that streamed from his mouth. The dark of night was deeply disturbed and scarred by the searing light of his fire, and the heat from it was like standing near the open end of a forge. Somewhere at a safe distance away, the hotel owner wailed and howled about the damage, though he was not about to get himself involved in this tangle. The wall that separated the team from the increasingly angry shifter dissolved into smoke and flickering orange fire (as did the scarabs) revealing the smoke-veiled form of a crouched black dragon. The creature's scales did not reflect light, and even the spikes on its neck and its claws were a night black. The red glow stripes were the only contrast in its shape. Those, and the two lapis lazuli eyes that stared down the intruders with an evil glint. The creature roared in defiance; the sound reverberated through the ground like an explosion. And then it was gone. 

A man stood there instead. Shirtless, wild blonde curls still wet from showering, and wearing only a pair of dark blue boxers. It was difficult to reconcile the somewhat trashy image of the man with the dragon he had been only seconds before. Except he had those same eyes; they were a shade of blue that nature only gave to toxic, poisonous things. He seemed unperturbed by the fire cracking in front of him. Rohaan laughed, a low, derisive chuckle and he spread his arms as if to dare them to come closer. "Is that it?" he jeered. "Is that all you have?" Another incredulous laugh. "Don't you know who I am?" It was faint, but he had an accent that was difficult to place. A diluted remnant of one that had once been much stronger, and meant that wherever he was from, it wasn't here. One of his ribs appeared to have been broken long ago, and improperly set, because it sat crooked to the others. A pale scar on his side indicated he'd once been shot.

Rohaan snarled, showing teeth. The expression gave him a wild, feral look. "You'll have to do a lot better than that if you want to bring [I]me[/I] down! But if you all want to walk out of here alive tonight, you'll turn around and go home." he warned. "If you think I'll hesitate to kill every last one of you if you press me, you're sorely mistaken. But leave me alone, and I might just overlook the fact that you ruined my evening. What's it gonna be? You gonna get the hell out of here, or are we gonna dance?"