The building was shaking.

. . .

The building is shaking?

. . .

The building is shaking!

A small area of the roof caved in as a support beam was cleaved in two, Abe hadn't much time to react so he reeled backwards and shoved himself away from the roof with his feet. The force was enough to get him away from the building but Abe smashed backwards against a wall, his frail form flipped over the wall and he faceplanted into the dust. For a moment he just lay there, facedown in the dirt, contemplating what kind of madman he was fighting. I mean, Abe's crazy and all, but who cuts down a building? Who does that!?

This was no good, this man had a blade that could cleave through these old buildings like butter, apparently, so Abe would have to find a way to strip him of this weapon. A deep belch passed his lips, blowing dust out from under his head. "Oh yesh. It'sh ready!" The pool was filled to bursting and Abe's smile grew, he shoved himself back up to his feet with his hands and dipped low to the ground. He made a jump upwards and grabbed the wall he had smashed into previously, vaulting himself over. The clatter and banging of the building collapsing continued, which meant that his foe would make his way through the other side in a moment. "Oh hey foolish one! I'm over here! Come and get me, meat!"

That aught to work, taunting usually brought people's frustrations out, and when frustrated most people don't think as well as they normally do. So that'll give Abe a wee bit of an advantage. Oh what am I saying, Abe doesn't think well either, this could all be a horrible plan that's certain to backfire. Any minute Jackson could come through that wall and not stop swinging. And that would be horrible! Abe couldn't deal with being cut in two this early into the fight, he's only just finished prepping his first attack. So now he waits, keeping his tongue pulled back and ready to trigger a vomit reaction.