Zero

She hardly even remembered the match; it had all seemed to speed by in a blind haze of adrenaline, but she certainly remembered the loss. The cheers and boos exploding from the crowd, the insults being slung at them by the X-Blood supporters, the disappointed faces of Team Blue-per's supporters, the dangerous red flash in Vintage's eyes as he looked down at them like they were scum... it had all been dizzying, but not nearly as much as it had to look up at the scoreboard and see how she'd performed.
Zero. Splats.