Jackson pushed forward.

The spear slid backwards as he thrust his sword forward.

Abe uncharacteristically flinched, the blade reminding him of bright flames for a moment.

With sword flying, Abe had little time to react. To prevent himself from being gutted on the spot he did the only thing he could think of doing. Abe thrust his hand out and let the blade penetrate it, a violent screech as though the metal were scraping against stone rang out. The ghul's touch couldn't stop the blade from piercing, but it slowed it down considerably. The hilt reached the palm of his hand and Abe grabbed hold of it with his injured hand. His grip did not falter, despite the pain growing from his hand and legs. 

Legs?

Abe glanced down and saw his legs were aflame, a large chunk was missing from his right thigh. "You! I knew you were of witch-kin!" The flames started to wrap around his shins and started to grow upwards to his thighs. This was going to be dangerous, so Abe knew what he had to do. With the two of them in this position, one burning and the other breathing down poison. One's blade grappled by the pierced hand, and each with one arm free. Abe was at an advantage here. The partisan in his right hand twisting to face Jackson. In one quick thrust he aimed it at the bottom of Jackson's head, the seven inch blade would be fatal left unchecked. He thrust with all of his force, keeping his left hand clamped down tight on the handle of Liberty Brand. The flames licked at his stomach even now, and would soon grow up to his chest. Abe bellowed out a guttural scream, hoping that this stab would finish it.