Alyce nods and starts with little jabs of power. Nothing extreme. Her spells don't seem to touch the coat itself. They are absorbed and deflected with ease.

"Hmm."

She closes her eyes.

"Alara, patron of the lost, send me power, tempest tossed."

A vicious wind builds up in the vicinity of coat. It would rip anything in its path to pieces.

Anything except the coat. The wind skips over and around it, before it dissipates. The stand wobbles slightly, bit the coat doesn't.