Werther did not wait for Big Mom to finish speaking. He charged her again.
He did not care what Big Mom had to say. In a fight, the only good enemy was a dead one.
Intent Blood sliced through the air as he slashed at Big Mom.
"I'll take you down with me, you damned Thunder Swordsman! How dare you hurt Mama like that!"
Prometheus roared and rushed at Werther.
Prometheus had tried to help when Big Mom was attacked, but Kaido had knocked him away with a swing of his Spiked Club. Only now had he made it back to the battlefield.
Feeling the wave of heat bearing down on him, Werther landed a slash on Big Mom, dodged her counterattack, and leaped away.
That strike had left a deep cut across Big Mom's face, a ghastly wound on one cheek.
Big Mom had looked frightening enough before. Now she resembled a vengeful ghost, terrifying enough to stop a child crying at night.
Against someone like Big Mom, Werther struck once and withdrew. His attacks were swift and deadly.
"I'll take you down with me!"
Prometheus roared as he charged at Werther. This time, he did not breathe Flame at him.
Prometheus was normally a mass of yellow Flame, but as he surged forward, he turned white-hot.
Werther's pupils contracted. His keen Intuition told him Prometheus was about to self-destruct.
Lightning blazed brighter around Werther. He kicked off the ground, leaving a blue afterimage behind as he leaped away.
Once Werther had retreated, Prometheus changed color again, returning from white-hot to his usual fiery hue.
Prometheus had indeed intended to blow himself up and take Werther with him. To protect Big Mom, this creature made from her soul would give up everything.
That reckless move had taken a toll.