Nothing 'Just' Exists (2)

"Nothing Just Exists?" she parroted, her mouth turned upwards in a sickening grimace. "Of course there's something just that exists! GOLDMOUTH TRADING CO. LORD ODIN'S BENELOVENT GIFT TO ELYSIUM!!!" the woman dropped, lurching forward, once again it seemed as though puppet strings snapped, unable to hold her back. her Cheshire grin appeared once more. 
it happened in a single moment, a crimson shower, sputtering breath. the man buckled, blood and saliva dribbling out of his mouth in long foamy chains. the woman recoiled her mouth more solemn than it had been just a moment before. "that was just a small show of what God's wrath really is?" 
"God? do you really honestly think God exists in this world? in this cruel, unforgiving world?" Waltz sputtered. "God is dead...and Meggido Killed him" this name--was like poison the Burn, recoiling and gasping with audible disgust. all except for their gilded commander. instead she seemed shocked. 
"H..How do you know that name?" 
there was no reply--Waltz huffed, in time with his breathing more foamy chains of blood and saliva dripped out of his mouth. "that was a nice punch..." Waltz commended, straightening himself, he slowly sauntered his way over to the gilded woman. no poise, no grace just wrenching her attention the man placed his hand on her shoulder. shaking his head he gave a clear and concise condemnation.
"I've done what I came to do.." 
"no! No!!! I was ordered to kill Hornets..." 
"what will that solve!?" Waltz asked, not bothering to turn around. "when the last Hornet dies what will Odin? Goldmouth? or Elysium gain? nothing...Hornets isn't a group...it isn't an organization. its an ideology"
"bu...but you have members, leadership--" 
"Hornets....is NOT an organization...yet someone has to lead. its the same with you...the Burning Akatsuki isn't an organization yet someone maybe multiple someones have to lead" 
"You do...don't understand! YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WALTZ SCION!!!! We are the Emissaries of Lord Odin!"
"what are your ideals then?" 
"If you are a group bound by an ideology certainly you must have some strong, sound ideals" Waltz shifted, his face's stoic demure shattering--tiny cracks formed in his expression. his rifle swayed. "do you view life as having value---" His voice shattered into pained angry croaks. "HUH?! SPEAK WOMAN!!!! WHAT IDEALS COULD POSSIBLY COMPEL SOMEONE TO JUSTIFY MURDER!!!!!" the gilded woman staggered, the words couldn't form. she knew what she wanted to say--the muscles in her mouth knew all too well, yet...the sound--her voice it seemed wouldn't obey. 
"what? frog in your throat? don't tell me one of Odin's evangelists has fallen silent!?" He mocked, turning around the salt scattered like diamond dust. "I beg you speak...what are your beliefs...what pushes you to kill...? certainly you don't spill blood because Odin says so?" the woman was crying now--thick muddy tracks ran down her cheeks in almost perfect parallel. her voice broke into several incoherent sobs, a mix of muffled sighs--yet no reply. 
"thought so---" before he could respond a strike collided with the side of his head, streaking sunbeams refracted crimson shades as blood sprayed into the air only to splatter against the ground. blood trickled down the side of Waltz forearm--his face painted in crimson as well. 
"Don't! YOU DARE SPEAK OF LORD ODIN!!! YOU TAKE HIS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU....YOU COMMONER TRASH!!!!!" the woman was unnaturally hunched; her face was a blurry portrait of tears--blurring the line between where Burning Akatsuki Operative ended and herself began. 
"So that's what your breath is? makes sense how you hit me without me noticing first time around" blood red steam billowed off the man's face, a piercing glare stabbed into the boiling midday heat. "my gut tells me you can only manage one punch every three or so seconds...recoil must be a son of a bitch huh? how about a game---ya work for Odin so you must enjoy being toyed with!" Waltz flung himself forward, a smile--a bitter, angry smile formed on his lips. "the game is simple...use your breath and try to kill me...that's it" 
a wounded animal is far more dangerous than one in good health. it all happened within the blink of an eye, one moment Waltz was on the ground and next he was airborne. perhaps Waltz was the bullet and whatever launched him--the gun. closer, and closer to the ground the soldier drew. a simple wave of his hand and a bubble was seemingly conjured out of nowhere. throwing her arm backward like a man ready to throw a javelin--she aimed. her bones hissing and squealing as they rocked against one another, a shockwave split the air like some sort of exodus. a series of spins and aerial maneuvers the man bounced off the bubble--yet wasn't entirely unscathed. his acrobatics certainly allowed him to land yet his feet buckled. blood trickled down his temple. 
"yep...I've got you all figured out now. single minded...focusing on pure strength" much to the gilded woman's dismay--he wasn't dead. as simple as it was to breathe the man just stepped forward; lifted his prosthetic arm and swung. The sheathed saber might as well been God's mighty gavel as it came down. caught by surprise the woman was knocked back by a single swing. clenching her jaw, blood leaked from in between her teeth. however--the Hornet was nowhere to be seen. a cloud of salty dust left in his wake. 
"Hornets" the woman grumbled. "....hornets"