"Elune's affairs are my affairs too. If you don't need my help, then we can part ways here."
Patrick would not show such deference lightly, especially when the one facing him was a so-called "god." In Patrick's eyes, even Elune had no right to call herself a "god," so what qualified C'elestine to look down on him as one?
"Mortal, you must be humble before a supreme god."
C'elestine spoke, but her words made Patrick laugh.
"A god? Then let me see how strong you are." As he spoke, Patrick eased the restrictions around himself slightly. The image around C'elestine began to blur as the Coffin of Space refracted the light. Patrick's Coffin of Space had already locked onto C'elestine. "I hope you live up to the word 'god.'"
C'elestine immediately sensed Arcane energy enveloping her. A purple magic circle appeared around her, and she shattered the slowly closing Coffin of Space.
"Oh, it seems you do have some strength." Patrick raised an eyebrow and did not continue attacking C'elestine with the Coffin of Space. "But you're still some way from being a so-called god."
A god? If you want respect, fine.
But dignity lay only at the edge of a sword, just as truth lay within the range of a cannon.
"..." After a stretch of silence, an eerie quiet settled over the scene. C'elestine realized that the elf before her was a tough opponent. He showed neither respect for a "god" nor the humility one should have before a "god."
Strength was the best proof, and Patrick's somewhat brazen words were irrefutable evidence.
It was common knowledge not to fight spellcasters on their home ground, because the enemy's territory was bound to have all sorts of magical effects that strengthened them and weakened their opponents. Yet Patrick had