That Yurio tries to run doesn't preclude him from pursuit anymore than the earlier screaming. They know about speed, don't they? Even jumps require enough speed to get the proper landing, and desperate certainty kicks off bursts of energy, that send his legs powering down the hall. Hands still out in front of him. Ready for the moment he's close enough.

(Something about the voice is as right as it is as wrong. Something about the hair ... shouldn't be?)


But it's more like the backfiring of a car. A relieving, golden glorious burst, and then sputtering.
Sputtering. Sputtering. His legs don't have this in them yet. They gave it all away already. Start shaking.

He finds the world gummy and uncertain. The floor holding his feet to long. The air stealing his speed from him.

It's not defeat (he won, but lost, but won), but still he loses sight of Yurio, and his steps slow until they are disjointed sways between his weight having to shift between his feet when he takes steps. Did he know that happened when he walked? He must have. He ends up wobbling down the hallway, arms still up, he thinks for balance, or was it for something else? Looking for ... something.

Something ... just out of reach.