Abe's jaw ratcheted closed after unleashing his spray, the ground had been covered by his taint, but Jackson was unharmed. The twit was crafty or just plain lucky, wood could protect him for a short while from the ghul's poison. Unfortunate that he'd figured that one out, but Abe was still closing the gap between them. Jackson had made no effort to move away from his approaching foe, Abe viewed this as one of two things. Either Jackson was foolhardy enough to think he could best him in CQC, or Jackson was plotting something underhanded. If Abe got in close and beat Jackson to a bloody pulp, however, it would leave little room for any underhanded tactics. His feet planted to the soaked ground with a quiet slosh, sending a bit of it splashing up. 

The filth dripped from his face and the ghul rose to face the former president. A sick grin growing across his face as the last couple drops of his previous spray cling to his teeth. His lips parted and he spoke unto him. "Now the battlefield ish mine, Jackshon. I've shprayed my poison everywhere, melting the dirt into a shoggy filth. I've done thish for two thoushand yearsh. I can travel over my toxinsh fashter than I can on shand and dirt. You claim to have home-field advantage? I own the field." Abe's fragile form spread out into a prepping stance, ready to begin his terrible assault. With the battlefield now turned into a horrible mush of putrid smell and color, caustic and slippery to the touch. Abe now had the home field advantage over Jackson.

From behind, however, a large predatory bird landed on his back claws first. Gripping into the thin and paper-like skin, tearing a hole clean towards his bones. Abe's face turned into a bitter grimace, another bird. This human was trying to play with him, as though he thought the birds were enough of a problem to defeat him. To him, Jackson seemed like a pompous arrogant. Like a British king in that regard, the ones he so loathed were very similar to him. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed at the bird, trying to snatch at it's neck. "You and your ugly ratsh with wingsh, I'm getting tired of thesh gamesh!"