The first two hits are satisfying- and the third one eludes him.

By now it's been too long since the last two touches, he needs three. He's not sure why, but he really feels like three is the number he's supposed to be going for.

He gets close, he keeps getting close. The zig-zags are fun. It's a pattern he feels familiar with, though he feels more like he was attempting to dodge something than to catch. Either way, he has no falter in his step while he turns and dash-blinks. He's certainly steady even, at this speed.