"Well, maybe I could teach you. After I get down kicking your ass." He brought down a heavy steel toed boot on the nose of two gang members who had decided to abandon old grudges and assault him personally. It was almost heartwarming. "Eighteen!" One of the men fell immediately, the other stumbled back and knocked a third into a brick wall, headfirst. They both went down. "Make that nineteen."
They were running out of people, and Carrie still had a higher body count. She took them down quicker. But he took them down better, which would have counted in any other scenario. Dodging an assault from a man who thought he knew something about sneaking up, Robin rolled over his back, driving an elbow into the back of the man's neck. "Twenty!"
There were three more men close enough for him to attack directly, but too far away for each other to hit them all in the same attack. So instead, he planted his staff between the legs of a fallen attacker for stability, and used it to vault towards the closest gang member, kicking him hard enough to push himself back. He used the momentum to swing into the second man, who was hit straight on. The third, who'd been watching this and probably knew what to expect, discovered that he was wrong when Dick flipped backwards, grabbed his staff, and brought it down straight on the man's face. "Twenty-three!"