Chapter 53 - Operation Bra Rain

When Gina landed in the middle of the enemy camp with a pair of panties over her head, she was ashamed and furious.

Even more so when she saw Rofta making a cool landing without even touching any of the panties.

Rofta used every muscle fiber to stop himself from laughing and going out of character when he saw Gina's miserable appearance.

She hurriedly wanted to take the pair of G-string that was hanging around her neck off before Marc came. She could imagine how much he would laugh. But luck wasn't on her side, as the G-string had managed to twist around her neck, making it hard to take off.

*Boom*

And Marc was the last to make his heroic entrance with his arms filled with panties. Instead of dodging them as Rofta did, Marc caught as many as he could, thus making the current display.

Seeing Gina struggling with a pair of sexy underwear around her neck, Marc outright laughed in her face while pointing "Ahahahaha… What a funny necklace you have. It kind of looks like undies… Oh, it's because it is, bhahahahha…"

If it wasn't because she was wearing a veil, then her whole face would be shown to be totally red. Her eyes were getting ready to cry too. "Stop laughing and get over here so I can kill you and get rid of this shame." The frustrated Gina attacked Marc with her scorpion tail, without minding that they were in the enemy camp.

Marc moved around him and the enemy soldiers, sometimes Gina's tail missed and was about to impale an allied soldier, but Marc stopped it and yelled to the still confused soldiers "What are you doing? Attack and the panties are yours afterward."

All the soldiers of Platoon 4 answered in unison "Yes, captain!" And began attacking with everything they got. They all wanted a pair of panties except the respected soldier who thought "I don't need them, I already have the queen's panties!"

All soldiers, no matter ally or enemy were just common folk without being able to use magic, thus neither Marc and Rofta took the fight seriously. Though the enemy captain was still a mage with puny Magic Power that left them uninterested in fighting him.

The enemy captain felt humiliated when he was ignored. So, he began using his magic to try to kill the soldiers to get their attention.

"Fire Arrow" the enemy captain announced his spell as an idiot would. He used Fire Magic to make a bow and arrow before firing at a soldier.

But before he knew it, the enemy captain found himself shooting in the wrong direction. Obviously, it was Rofta who used *Reversed Direction* to change his sense of direction, making him kill one of his soldiers.

"Gina, he's all yours." Rofta didn't want to fight him so he threw the job to Gina, who wanted to say Marc could fight him.

"Yea Gina, go get him!" But Marc beat her to it.

"We aren't done here yet Marc, remember that." Threatened Gina before disposing of the enemy captain rather easily.

"I know, we have a camp more to attack." Marc played ignorant, 'misunderstanding' what she meant.

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Around one hour later, the enemy camp that was defended by 35 soldiers and a captain, was either taken prisoner or disposed of, making Operation Panty Rain a success.

"Guys, get ready. We are attacking the other camp immediately, follow me!" Ordered Marc before they all marched to the other camp.

When they reached it, Marc suddenly exclaimed "Okay, let Operation Bra Rain begin!" Which made everybody surprised. Rofta was no exception this time around, as he didn't know Marc intended to do nearly the same thing again.

Gina's face was dark, but she had a little hope that Marc wasn't that stupid, so she asked "You don't intend to do the same stunt but with bras, right?"

"Naturally-" Marc said much to Gina's relief.

"That's precisely what I intend to do. Why discard a tactic that works perfectly fine?" Gina's relief turned to horror.

Thus, Marc once again sent a box flying filled with bras over another enemy camp before firing a *Pressure Cannon* to destroy it, making it rain with bras.

"Once again boys, buckle up!" Marc ordered, knowing full well that they still were scared shitless from the last time they were sent flying. But the power of bras reinforced their brave hearts.

*Pa…!!* *Pa…!!* *Pa…!!* *Pa…!!*...

When Marc sent all the soldiers off again, Marc looked at Gina who already had taken a few steps back. "Can you not send me in the middle where the rain of bras is dense?"

Marc nodded "Sure, I promise!"

Gina could finally calm down and pondered if she would die young with all these emotional turbulences she has gone through.

"Then I will send you off," Marc said before using his Paw Magic and touched her.

*Pa…!!"

And she disappeared. Marc didn't immediately do the same to Rofta, instead, he listened to a distant voice yelling with anger.

"Marc, you bastard!! You promised!" Sounded the angry Gina who was sent flying through where the bras were densest.

*Chuckle*

"You never get tired of this do you?" Asked Rofta who stood beside him, who couldn't help releasing a chuckle too because of Gina's misfortune.

"Never!" Exclaimed Marc.

"We should go too" Rofta then turned serious.

"Sure, if you are so eager to get a bra then okay."

"That's not why-"

*Pa…!!"

Before Rofta could protest, Marc already touched him.

*Chuckle* "This shit never gets old!" Marc thought before going too.

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Marc flew over the camp and was just about to dive through the cloud of bras, but an unexpected situation happened.

The air turned really hot and the bras began burning.

"What the hell?" Uttered Marc, and before he could react a person he knew came through the burning bras and punched him right on the chin, sending him flying outside the camp.

*Bang*

Operation Bra Rain failed…

Marc ended in a crater and was touching his aching chin while looking bewildered at the woman who was charging at him and burning the camp down.

When she got close enough to have a conversation, she stopped running and looked at the stupefied Marc in front of her. "Why are you looking at me like that you fool?"

"… Leona?" Like an idiot, Marc asked to confirm he didn't have a concussion and was seeing things. Because he was sure that he was seeing the familiar ferocious vermilion-haired lady in front of him.

"You little fool. Don't you have eyes? Of course, it's me! Now let's fight!" Feeling like everything was in order, Leona was about to attack again.

"Wait wait wait wait. Why are you attacking me? No more importantly why are you here?" Marc stood up and asked, making Leona stop her attack.

"Oh, right I haven't formally presented myself yet. Listen properly, you idiot!" Leona howled at Marc, which he in return just nodded eagerly to. This situation is out of Marc's brain capacity.

"I'm Leona Vermilion. 1st princess of Bosco. Now that's out of the way, let's fight!" Marc's brain short-circuited and while dazed, Leone attacked and hit him on the other chin with a punch, sending him flying again.

"What's wrong? Is that all you got?" Howled Leona, irritating Marc who finally is about to take this seriously. Thought, his swollen chins do contradict his seriousness.

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If we go a little back in time, this camp was originally full of soldiers from Seven. It was a fully built camp with a big fence around and guards on top of wooden towers.

In one of the towers, three guards were keeping an eye out for any attackers. One of the guards was looking at the horizon where something unclear was moving. The guard looked with squinted his eyes to try to look beyond the weird atmosphere. One minute later, he spotted a black silhouette, before it later became multiple.

The guard immediately began ringing a bell and yell "We are under attack! We are under attack" And soldiers began gathering on top of the fence with bows and spears. They waited to draw their bows until their superior said so.

"Draw your bows!" Yelled a buff man, who was bald and rattled with scars on his face.

When the silhouettes no longer were just silhouettes, but two men led by a spiky and orange-haired woman that looked at the camp with a grin on her face, seemingly looking forward to something.

"Fire!" Yelled the superior on top of the fence, and it began raining with arrows on the three approaching people.

"It will take much more than a few arrows to stop me." Howled the woman, pulling her fist back before hitting the air in front of her.

*Baam*

A radiating heatwave exploded out of her fist, stopping about 200 arrows with no effort. The woman's two followers were forced to take a few steps back because of the burning heat.

Not long after stopping the arrows, three people jumped down from the camp's fence. Obviously, not like the rest of the soldiers. They had Magic Power, meaning they were mages.

"Who are you and what country are you from?" Asked one of the mages that came from the camp.

Behind the woman who just stopped the arrows, one of the people following her asked "Should I take care of them?"

"No, go take over the camp, I will fight all three alone." Replied the woman.

"I won't let you do as you wish" A mage was just about to stop the woman's comrades, but the air suddenly turned very hot, making their throats dry.

"I think you have mistaken your position. You are the prey, not the predator. I am." The lady said before she began fighting the three mages easily.

The camp that was affiliated with the country of Seven, was just taken over by none other than Leona and two other guys that she forced to join her little vendetta.

Leone was currently holding two of the mages by the face and dragged them inside the camp mercilessly. They were still alive, albeit barely. She intended to let her comrades interrogate them and get other countries' camps whereabouts where Marc might be. She didn't have to wait for long.

When she was waiting for news, a chest suddenly flew over the camp and blew apart in the air. Shortly after, it began raining with bras followed by soldiers all over the camp she had just taken over. She recognized their cheap leather amour with an emblem on and concluded them to be from Fiore. She looked intently in the sky like a beast that was looking for her prey.

When she got a glimpse through the bras of a blond young man highest in their air, her instinct immediately told her that it was the person she was looking for.

Ignoring the falling soldiers, she jumped when Marc was about to dive through the bras. The bras she neared burned to a crisp, and before Marc knew it, he was punched in the face.

*Baam*

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"What's wrong? Is that all you got?" Howled Leona, irritating Marc who quickly got on his feet again after being punched in the face.

Marc cracked his neck a little "Fine. If you want a fight, then you got it."

A rematch to death was about to unfold and the war has only just begun. The big players are slowly approaching and have yet to make a move.

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(A/N: The war starts slowly and will only get messier when 3rd parties decide to join.)

(Words: 1948)