Carrie was in Shark territory, only barely glancing up at Dick. "Seven!" She shouted as her elbow connected with a face. She didn't need to draw men over to her, they were crowding her. It was typical. Carrie had the feeling it had something to do with the fact that she was a girl. Most guys who hadn't met her before completely underestimated her.
As a circle of men closed in on her, Carrie did a roundhouse kick and sent some of them sprawling. "And that's ten." She glanced up at Robin in the distance. He had a weapon. That was no good. She looked around for something to use. And then some guy tackled her. "So," she shouted at Robin, not seeming too concerned by the two hundred some pound guy on top of her, "you need a weapon? I'm not surprised that you'd need the help. I don't," she grunted. Carrie was trying to go for his ego. And for the throat of the clown on top of her. But then he grabbed her by her wrists and so she kicked him in the groin. She was back on her feet in a second, tripped a man who'd been too close and landed a foot hard on his chest. "Twelve!"