War pulled a face. "Yes, a draw," she agreed. "Though this wasn't really supposed to be a fight, you know!"

She mentally ran through where each of them was holding onto the other. They were both standing, facing each other. She had his right arm twisted up behind his back with her left hand, and he'd grabbed her right arm with his other hand and was holding it away from both their bodies. Really, he was in the better position, because his right hand was actively pressing her left wrist into his back.

"If I let go of your right hand, will you let go of mine, then?"