He didn't want it to be easy, thankfully. His fins lit all the way up as he tries to tell some difference in the expansive emptiness of the room between the energy and empty space. But he can't.

Luckily Centaurians have quick eyes, like some predator ancestor. It makes it difficult to trick them with holographic illusions. They can see through them. And it means even as those targets pick up speed, he's easily following them with sharp little whistling commands.

Though it's obvious those are for speed, not for direction. It's his fin (and sense of purpose) guiding the arrow like a chellenge.

He catches it on another return. "Pick her up some." He's ready to go a little harder, sir.