Tadhg would like to eyeroll at Malfoy's talent for stating the obvious, but doing so would take his gaze off the second carriage and whatever is climbing out of it. He therefore limits his irritation to a stallion-snort, a low thrum of noise from deep in his chest. His hands move in a quick blur of motion that ends with his sword drawn and his right hand once again poised to throw before the creature finishes emerging from the carriage.

He circles in closer, trying to draw its attention while leaving an avenue of attack open to the other two. Hopefully Malfoy heard Lehnsherr's warning, and Lehnsherr himself won't need too much longer to recover his strength. His eyes search the thing's energy patterns for a spot where his knife might deliver a jolt of his own energy to best effect. The creature has made no aggressive moves yet, but Tadhg has never heard any fog-being described as harmless.

As Tadhg moves, he keeps pouring energy into his blades. He has no idea how many shots he'll get, but if it's only one, he wants to make it count.