Sebastian had run into his legs, yes, but had actually tucked, rolled, and sprang to his feet to keep moving toward the ball. He had not stopped to apologize to Johannes; not on the trip past him, or the return trip -- but that might have been because he had a ball in his mouth.
"OH MY GOD," Summer barked, seeing the grown man go down. How did Sebastian manage that? He was so tiny! She broke into a soft sprint, and was suddenly beside the man. "Are you alright?!"
Sebastian was looking up at her expectantly, small tail a wagging blur, eyes sharp. Why wasn't she taking the ball from him?
"Did you hurt yourself?" Summer asked Johannes, wondering if he'd twisted his ankle or worse, hit his head.