"Just you?" Alpha sounded as though he had heard a joke. "Then you will be the first High Elf to join us."
"Very good." Patrick was also interested in The Wolf Leader's strength and slowly floated over to face Alpha. "If you think you can take on the Azeroth Arcane Covenant and its creator-me-alone, then come and try. Don't say I never gave you a chance."
The Wolf Leader was quite strong. After all, he was an immortal, and he certainly stood head and shoulders above the ninth-tier and legendary worgen here. But running into Patrick, with Elune here too, meant his luck really had gone rotten.
Alpha's cloak instantly fell to the ground. He moved so fast that he almost left afterimages, but the next time he appeared, Patrick's arcane vines had bound him firmly to the ground, leaving him unable to advance an inch.
"Where are all your grand boasts now? Is that all you've got?" Looking at The Wolf Leader in the distance, Patrick did not hold back his mockery.
"Hmph, ignorant brat." Alpha's muscles bulged, and Force of Nature surged from his body as he tore free of Patrick's binding vines.
The next instant, Alpha's claws appeared before Patrick's chest. Yet reality did not go as Alpha wished. His sharp claws struck Patrick's Arcane Shield without harming him in the slightest.
Patrick had absolute confidence in his Mana Shield, reinforced with Spatial Restriction and various other spells. "You actually managed to touch my Mana Shield. Perhaps I should praise you."
Alpha, or rather Lylael, looked somewhat grave. His full-strength strike had been blocked with such ease.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you looking rather pleased with yourself just now?"
Bigby's Crushing Hand, formed from arcane energy, appeared and gripped Lylael tightly.