Jackson quickly moved his gun up, putting it between himself and the acid. It melted in half, Jackson dropping the parts of the broken gun onto the ground.

"Shit" he thought. The pain didn't scare him though. He was vulnerable, and that made him dangerous. He did not feel pain. Jackson was capable of feeling one emotion, and that one emotion is FREE. "LET FREEDOM REIGN!" Jackson managed to cough out as he unsheathed his Liberty Brand. In a quick motion, the president lunged foreward with the tip of his sword sticking straight out. He attempted to step Abe with the sword, but that was not all.

"Y-you made my clothes red." Jackson remarked, struggling for breath "No one makes me a red. Better dead than red." Out of the tip of the Liberty Bane shot forth a screaming light- a firework which flew straight forward and hopefully at Abe. but aimed at the ground, where some pieces of wood from the pole and the pieces of the gun were.