Lucius reacts, and although he is loathe to use an excessive amount of magic in a realm where reality twists and splinters, he does it almost by instinct. Through the glass of the first carriage, there's a flooding darkness, and black smog billowing out through the broken windows in partial-Disapparition. It turns back into Malfoy by the time he has some distance between himself and the train, turning to see the monster with a look of annoyance that turns into steelier wariness. He knows weird creatures, and this one is particularly unattractive even by Wizarding Britain standards.
The black eyes that rest upon the thing's... head... are about as informative as fist-sized chunks of obsidian. That it's following Tadhg's movements is unclear until it moves in kind, shifting with a rather horrible arachnid quality, fast and jerky for its otherwise cumbersome size, the click and scrap of its oversized claws a louder sound than the weird crack of its joints moving beneath gristly muscle.
It turns, once, mirroring Tadhg's movements, before a claw raises as the only warning before it suddenly jumps in that way you don't expect spiders to -- for the carriage, at first, hooking one leg over the edge of its roof with a hideous scrape of sharp bone on steel, before its legs bunch again to launch itself off that vertical face and directly towards Tadhg. A flash of its underside reveals a sinewy, gnashing maw.
By the time it's moving in earnest, Lucius' wand is up - but he is otherwise allowing the hunter to act on the attack as he may, although if Erik interferes too, the wizard will be the last to complain.
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The black eyes that rest upon the thing's... head... are about as informative as fist-sized chunks of obsidian. That it's following Tadhg's movements is unclear until it moves in kind, shifting with a rather horrible arachnid quality, fast and jerky for its otherwise cumbersome size, the click and scrap of its oversized claws a louder sound than the weird crack of its joints moving beneath gristly muscle.
It turns, once, mirroring Tadhg's movements, before a claw raises as the only warning before it suddenly jumps in that way you don't expect spiders to -- for the carriage, at first, hooking one leg over the edge of its roof with a hideous scrape of sharp bone on steel, before its legs bunch again to launch itself off that vertical face and directly towards Tadhg. A flash of its underside reveals a sinewy, gnashing maw.
By the time it's moving in earnest, Lucius' wand is up - but he is otherwise allowing the hunter to act on the attack as he may, although if Erik interferes too, the wizard will be the last to complain.