He put everything that he had into his legs, but it seemed to him that Steve's longer stride made up the difference even as he closed a bit of the difference. He knew that he would lose some of his stride if he tried to bend the rules by picking up a rock to toss at Steve's back. He instead sprinted as hard as he could, his feet hitting with relative quiet from years of spending his life ghosting around.

He was slowly closing the distance between them, but they made the last turn and there was still significant difference left that separated their sprint. He huffed noisily just to let Steve know he was there, but in the end, he couldn't make up the difference between their stride lengths and Steve ended up winning. Next time, he promised himself.