"Commie? What'sh a commie? Why are you cho- Okay, yeah. You're not even gonna banter, are you? Nope. Gonna drop a posht on me." Abe watched as the length of timber began to fall towards him, it was quick. Ol' Andy here was incredibly strong for one so plain looking. Abe should learn to never underestimate people based on their appearance, The log would crush him if he didn't do something, oh, right. The ghul took a few steps over to the side, thwarting the somewhat half-hearted attempt on his life. "You're gonna have to try harder than that, Jackie!"

All was ready, Jackson had attempted twice to strike Abe with little success. Now it was the ghul's turn to attack Jackson. Abe's feet dug into the dirt and kicked away, breaking into a mad sprint towards Jackson. Placing one foot on the fallen pole he leaped into the air and locked his eyes onto the target before him. Jackson, the All-American-Arrogant, was about to see something horrifying. 

In the air Abe's lips parted and his teeth quickly followed suit, both pairs seemed to move out of sync by a fraction of a second. At the back of his throat emerged a foul brown sludge. His gaping maw curled a bit, as though he were smiling, and from his lips spewed his toxic spray. It fanned out like a water hose on the cone setting and with enough pressure to make a fire-hose jealous. This had been building up since the beginning of the fight, roughly equivalent to five of his normal sprays. And it was going to end very poorly for the human.