Chapter Fifteen: The Masquerade
The cane was shorter than the spear he'd practiced with, but the other members of the club adjusted their attacks accordingly. Alan just had a smaller hitbox than usual. The moves didn't change. One by one, he dispatched his companions, each of them falling, dramatically, on a different bit of the stage. The music flourished, and he came to the center of the stage. There, Sharon was lying on the floor, defeated. He reached out to her, and she reached up and grabbed his hand. Alan pulled her upright, and they both threw a fist to the air. The crowd cheered.
The Mass Production Evangelions picked themselves off the stage, and bowed to the audience, too. Together, they'd put on a fine act.