Alyce is good at what she does. She's not the most powerful witch ever, but she's quiet and she's competent.

She is getting a little tired. That's why covens exist; it's easier for magic users to work together to amplify each other's magic. Otherwise, you burn out and use up what stores you have. Some can go longer and do more than Alyce can; some can't do as much.

"This is good. I mean, I'm not all that strong with magic, but it's standing up to a lot. Let me try one other thing, though."

She breathes in deeply to clear her mind. She and Alec used to make storms all the time. It's harder on her own, but she can still call down the lightning.

"Water, air, wind, and fire, come and make what I desire."

Dark clouds build into banks on the ceiling, and lightning sparks. There is even a rumble of thunder within the clouds.

Alyce twirls around, the joy and the thrill of working magic overtaking her. She raises her arms to her storm and cries, "Lightning strike my enemy!"

A bolt of lightning blasts from the cloud and strikes the coat. Or, at least, it appears to. There is bright glow and then the lightning explodes back, completely deflected, in ragged shards of magical energy.

Alyce shrieks and ducks to avoid being zapped. After a moment, she looks up.

"Um. Okay. Yeah. That- wow. Your coat works. At least for what I can throw at it."

She's breathing hard. Doing intense magic always makes you feel pumped up on adrenaline, but this is particularly exciting.