Just as Abe had cast the ugly bird aside and into the sludge, Jackson had positioned himself in front of him. Typical. The barrel of one of those deadly magic weapons was placed against his throat, but Abe's face was covered in a smile as his toxins ate away at the gun. For a moment he thought he was in the clear, but then the gun fired. Yes, it exploded shortly afterwards, but the gun itself did in fact fire. That was not good, that was not good at all.

Abe's throat tore open and a single bullet lodged itself in the c6 vertebrae in his spine, the c6 vertebrae controls heart rate. The ghul's long dead organ gave a mighty spasm, and a wrenching pain bore into his chest. The ghul was facing Jackson when he reflexively threw up more poison, sending it flying from his mouth and the hole recently torn in his throat. In a frenzy he reached over his shoulder and ripped the pole from the loop on his back. The ghul screamed and threw his head around as the chest pains continued to surge inside of him.

There was no stopping it now, a fully enraged and confused ghul was now standing where Abe once was. There was little humanity left in him as he spoke to the president. Clouds of foul brown mist escaped him as he screamed, through his mouth and the hole. "You! Bad man! Evil monster! Cruel! Cruel! Cruel!" Abe accusingly pointed his finger at Jackson before making a full spin on the slippery ground. His body spun three-hundred and sixty degrees on his heels. In his hand was extended the blunt end of his spear, intending to slam the blunt part of his weapon into Jackson's gut on the full turn.