While Fairy Tail was busy in a massive brawl, Mistgun had not been idle either.
He first went to gather the magic power Makarov had been scattered, and though only fifty or sixty percent remained, it was enough to get Makarov back on his feet.
Then he looked at both sides fighting fiercely. Fairy Tail already had the upper hand, so it seemed there was nothing for him to do.
Mistgun figured he could not just stand around doing nothing. Since Phantom Lord had branches in many major cities, and he happened to have teleportation arrays in all of them, why not wipe them all out in one go?
No sooner said than done. Mistgun was astonishingly efficient. At every location, he cast a spell capable of blowing up the guild hall. In just over half an hour, he had demolished every Phantom Lord branch and casually taken all their flags with him.
When Makarov woke up, he happened to see Mistgun finishing his "deliveries" and teleporting back to Porlyusica's tree house.
Remembering what had happened before he lost consciousness, Makarov's expression turned extremely ugly. "Damn! I let my guard down! I did not dodge! I got ambushed! Mistgun, how is the guild doing?"
"Uh... it should be... ending soon, I think?"
"What!? Damn it! This is all my fault!! Aibo! Erza! You have to hold on!!!"
Makarov thought his guild was about to be finished. He dashed out in panic, not even having time to say goodbye to his old flame.
"That rotten old man, I hate that side of him!"
Porlyusica cursed a few times irritably, then looked at Mistgun with some concern. "Fairy Tail lost?"
"No. I meant Phantom Lord should be about finished by now."
Mistgun tossed the Phantom Lord flags onto the ground and scratched