Damn, the whole place was brimming with Gaijins! First the American, and now....Regan was a German? The karate chick's unusual physique might have given it away to some people that she was of some foreign descent, but whenever that Deutschland accent broke through her lips and made its way to the ears of everyone around the field, including Tohru's, it was a dead ringer. Tohru was astonished yet amused at the same time, a mental image in her head of...whoelse...Regan stomping about shouting random stuff in German while wearing an SS hat and a square mustache, a image that no less had the rebel chick laughing her head off. "Heil ze Fuhrer!" She guffawed raising her hand upwards towards Regan in a mocking salute, a widened grin of a jester upon her brimming face with laughter. Likewise though, Tohru didn't see what was coming next.

*PANG!!*

It happened so suddenly! A flash of white! A sharp, bludgeoning blow to the head, and her face met the dirt, ceasing any laughing joy she was having then. "Ugh....what the f*ck....?" In a completely dazed stupor, the teen rose from the ground, stumbling slightly, noticing the culprit behind her swift and violent assault, the volleyball, but twas not just this sadistic sphere of white who shall take the fall. After all, that was the weapon the assailant utilized for Tohru's ultimate demise, now who was it? Still in a state of confusion, now culminating with a boiling red storm of rage coursing through her veins, Tohru's eyes only fell upon the other team's captain....Kotone. "Oh so that's how you wanna play, huh Yakuza Queen?!" With a rancor, Tohru shouted to the tall girl, clutching the ball with a furious death grip and snarling, baring her teeth in paroxysm like a rabid rottweiler. "It's on then!" Never had she played volleyball or any other sport in her lifetime, but for the serve she executed, damn was it pro...and definitely lethal.