"Did you jush-" Before completing his sentence Abe needed to deal with that stupid bird, his left arm snapped through the air like a popped rubber band, smashing the bird into the dirt with the back of his hand. "Did you jusht schoot a bird at me?!" Abe seethed with frustration, this guy was going to be eaten soon, and he saw fit to dick around and shoot eagles at him. Oh that was infuriating, Abe's teeth ground together and made a noise reminiscent of scraping a fork across a ceramic plate. 

"Sho you shee fit to schrew with me, do you? I'm jusht gonna make thish hurt a lot more than it schould, understand me? I shupposhe I schould tell you my name, right? That'sh part of thish whole deal, right? It'sh Abraham Haddad, call me Abe." The ghul took a few steps towards the building, staring up at the foe mounted atop the structure with a faulty gun. "And you are?" Abe really didn't care, in the slightest, but the longer that he waits to fire his spray the better. And this man was clearly armed to the teeth with abilities and weapons alike, like some sort of Swiss Army Knife of combat. 

While his toxic spray had been ready for some time, this was more of a precaution than anything, and if Jackson tried anything funny he'd be ready to flood the airspace with his caustic juices.