Life imitating Art
The crowd ran from the auditorium screaming as the echo from the last gunshot faded, a voice still screaming "Black Power!" at volume.
"Don't you think we should go back and help Buffy?" Dawn asked, protesting as she was pulled through the door, "I never even wanted to come to this stupid comic book convention anyway: it was your idea."
"She's taken down Master Vampires and Hell-Gods." Xander shook his head, "I think she can take care of a gun-wilding maniac on her own."
"IT'S A STUNT: THE GUNS LOADED WITH BLANKS!" A voice pleaded from behind them, "DEAR GOD, PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!"