Tearing through the air like furious birds of prey, each shot fired by the hidden foe flew towards him. Abe's unpredictable pattern made the bullet's goal of finding flesh rather difficult. Those bullets that came close to their target shredded his cloak, tearing away small chunks of the cloth. For the most part, Abe was unharmed by the first few rounds. The next few rounds managed to strike his left arm and right leg in the most painfully sensitive parts. His left arm's bicep and his right leg's thigh were easily penetrated by the rounds, Abe nearly lost his stride as they struck him. This, however, was a boon of luck in disguise. See, with the new and prolonged source of sound, Abe was able to whip his head around to finally lay eyes on the one who was assaulting him. 

A man in modern militant garb, armed with rifles and dressed for combat. Had this man been sent here to kill him? Was his wandering not as random as he previously thought it was? These questions would find no answers before Abe quickly changed his trajectory towards his new foe, his feet slid on the sand as he drew himself to a half. Again, the sand was kicked up violently as he started running again. The monster of the Sahara raised his left arm upwards and drew it backwards,  pulling the point of it back to his waist before taking one long leap towards Liberty.

In the leap, Abe thrust his left hand forwards with all of his might. Releasing the handle of the partisan for a scarce second, Abe let it slide along his fingertips to give it the maximum momentum possible for a spear. Catching it just before its length exited his fingers. The Ghul thrust the spear with killing intent, towards Liberty in his hiding place. Gunshots were starting to infuriate him, now that he had laid eyes on his foe, he wasn't going to let him raise that gun again.