Skating backward, that's just rubbing it in. Cruel, with a mocking edge to it that makes him want to win even more. He doesn't touch anyone when he picks up speed, but he does dodge in front of one or two people a little too close for comfort, and it's a good thing they are as skilled as they are or they would not have kept their balance.

It rapidly becomes clear, however, that lapping Gamora thrice is simply not possible at his current level of skill. At least, not with the floor as crowded as it is, and his own self-imposed rules to do as little damage as possible hampering his speed and agility. He still has his wish to work toward, after all, and he's certain cutting a swathe through the skaters would prove more demerit than credit. It runs against his grain, but finally he skates up next to her and sketches a bow.

"I am forced to concede. You carry the day, lady."