For five of the most horrible seconds of his life, Tadhg believes, though the anguished huff of breath forced from his lungs is lost underneath the screaming of a too-familiar voice. His ability to see life energies allows him to see through most illusions, but this one duplicates Caoimhe exactly, patterns included. When Malfoy's spell disrupts the mirage, Tadhg's lips slowly curl in a snarl of cold fury.

The beast could have drawn such a detailed image from only one place in all of Baedal.

Growling his own spell in Fae, Tadhg uses his right hand to press the medallion under his shirt against his chest, hard enough to leave an imprint. Yes. Rather than disrupting the illusion, he can now see its connections to the creature wearing it, and can just make out the beast itself. Sufficient for his purposes.

What his intentions are becomes clear as he rises and strides toward the thing, face set and chill. His body flickers and flows, shimmering whitely into the shape of a muscular, dark grey stallion...a stallion holding a sword between his teeth. Tadhg rears and brings his fore-hooves down as hard as he can, one on either side of those gnashing teeth. A bellow of challenge tears from his throat.