Werther had agreed to fight the dying Kizaru one-on-one because Kizaru was a man worth fighting.
Though Kizaru was Werther's enemy, he could still be called a true Marine.
To Kizaru, there was no justice or evil, only missions. Nothing else mattered as long as the mission got done.
If Werther were in charge, he would make full use of someone like Kizaru: a man without unnecessary sentiment, who obeyed without question.
That was why Kizaru had served two terms as an Admiral. It was not merely because he and Akainu had enlisted together. Kizaru was well suited to being a Marine Admiral.
And as a fellow Swordsman, Werther would never refuse a dying Swordsman's challenge.
Big Mom was different. Werther despised the way she operated.
It was not her brutality that bothered him. Werther was hardly a good man himself.
It was her treachery. For the right price, Big Mom would sell out anyone. Her selfishness knew no bounds.
Werther was not the only one who felt that way. Everyone who had spent time in the New World knew how selfish and cruel Big Mom was. It was an open secret.
At Werther's answer, Big Mom's face darkened.
Big Mom was not afraid to die. She simply refused to die so bitterly on this Deserted Island. She had yet to fulfill her ambition. She wanted to become the Pirate King.
"I can't accept this! Killed by a demon like you? Damn it! Damn it!"
Her furious roars pulled at her wounds, and she coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood.
"Heh. So you can't stand being killed by me. What are you going to do about it?"
Over a dozen Lightning Treasures, black as obsidian, formed above Werther.
The instant they took shape, Werther fired them at Big Mom