I'm already on it. [Kevin nods, accepting his orders, his face hard set. He's tried his powers on these sentinels, he knows craving holes in the earth is a better bet than going for the alloy. He runs, slides--skids--onto the ground beneath the Big One, his palms already bared to the earth. He looks for an opening, but doesn't find much of one. He yells to Cannonball, hoping Sam can hear him.]

Hey! Come blast a hole through the concrete here! I need to get at what's underneath before I can do any good at all.

[Concrete and asphalt are always the barrier between Kevin and usefulness in these situations. He makes a mental note to see if Forge can get him some sort of blaster that will cut through them easily, but for now, Cannonball does the trick: a fast and dirty hit that leaves a crater amidst a cloud of dust and sediment. Kevin's in there before it clears, his hands digging through the debris to find soil, rich and organic beneath. He sets to work, a wide radius of pressure cracks appearing under the immense weight of the sentinel as it walks across the unsupported pavement.]