No such luck; Sena's there and gone in a hurry, suddenly spinning and ducking away from the arm, whizzing around a robot knee and hopping up onto the scrap pile. Cleats don't do much for scrambling up such uneven, unyielding surfaces, so this becomes much more work than he expects real fast.

"Wuh-whoa–!!"

The football goes flying out from under his arms, and in trying to quickly retrieve it and hug it to himself, Sena falls backward into Shockwave's...well, back. Bonking his head sends his helmet bouncing off to who-knows-where while he tries to dig his heels into something to keep from sliding back down outright.