As Lev started muttering Russian curse words in the middle of the gymnasium, everyone's gazes turned to the Russian male— both shocked and terrified. Including you, everybody had their jaw slacked and their eyes wide, watching as the middle blocker started to crash out in the middle of practice.

The 6'4 was crashing out right now, as everything today had seemed to go terribly wrong for him— with that serve he had just messed up triggering Lev's current state. The grey-haired male was just doing rapid-fire serves with no target, aiming them wherever. The rest of the Nekoma team quickly stepped aside, seeing that the speed of those serves were almost bullets at this point. Lev seemed to still be muttering Russian curse words, his body language showing how irritated he was and from how much power he was putting into the serves.