"Eight an a Half!" Rin holds up a wooden torso, the disconnected legs still running around trying to find it's other half, steps akimbo without its counterweight.

Rin has a couple of bruises on his arms and his shirt sleeve is now missing, but oh well. He laughs at it and tosses the half he's holding in its general direction.

"I wouldn't call that decisive, so looks like it's a tie! Split the snacks?"