"I still don't understand that last goal," Jonathan Rowe said, shaking his head in a state of happy confusion.
"The ball went through, like, three of our players, hit their keeper, and then just... went in? Was that even legal?"
"Who cares? It was hilarious," David Kerrigan chimed in, having been a spectator to the second-half madness. "The look on Guru's face when my goal went in off Hanley's backside... priceless. I'd trade my 'Composure' trait for that any day."
Ethan walked into the center of the room, a calm, proud smile on his face.
The players looked up, their eyes clear, their spirits unbroken.
"That wasn't a defeat," Ethan began, his voice ringing with a conviction that left no room for doubt. "That was a statement. He had every advantage. Better players, a bigger budget, and a trait that literally lets him cheat. And we took him to the absolute limit."
He looked around the room, at the tired, triumphant faces.
