"GAAAH!" Daddy Liberty groaned as he felt the spear piercing his right shoulder. Daddy Liberty swung back, letting his rifle drop, supported by his sling as he reached his left hand over to grab the spear, pulling it out of his body. "HOOAH!" Daddy Liberty let out a noise that seemed more satisfied than pained. Turning his head, Daddy Liberty searched for his assailant. Finally, he had a good look at his target, and it sure was ugly.

The piece of flesh sputtered blood in a pulsating manner, making a good two squirts, before stopping. The blood had turned slightly black. "Damn you're persistent..." Daddy Liberty commented, as the black blood turned bright red once again. Healing had become a very active process for Daddy Liberty. Every time he sustained injury, he had to consciously make sure it healed otherwise the demon would do it for him and the damage would be irreversible. Forming over the wound, pink flesh as the healing process began slowly.

"I take it your name is Abraham" Daddy Liberty stated. Though it wasn't quite present much before, there was a slight Southern drawl in Daddy Liberty's vernacular. "You ain't very highspeed ain't ya?" he joked, looking at the spear before letting go, allowing it to fall. Daddy Liberty reached for his M4, Lady Liberty.

He pulled the charging handle, locking the bolt to the rear. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a 30-round magazine. The magazine was locked into the magazine well, the first round chambered. Daddy Liberty switched the rifle from safe to fire, as he held it out using only his right hand.

Not even bothering to aim, Daddy Liberty pointed the rifle in Abe's general direction, squeezing the trigger once, firing a single round of 5.56.