Familiarity twinged with his foe's speech, asking about his name. Though the words were nearly lost on him, they stunned him for long enough to allow Liberty to draw his weapon and unleash a volley of bullets directly into Abe's gut and groin. They tore their way through his body and sent him careening backwards, spraying his thick acidic juices across the ground as he flew backwards. The kick from the gun wasn't enough to throw him, he had kicked backwards without thinking. Fear of gunfire had driven him away many times, and this time was no different. Three times had Abraham felt their fearsome bite, and now he was spewing acid from his gut. 

The ground around his feet began to grow soggy and loose, his acid oozing out slowly and sliding down his legs to the ground. A foul stench permeated the air, but Abe was not concerned with the loss of his acid. Even with holes in his gut, Abe had an infinite supply. Though this would be problematic, as he's now literally losing his guts on the battlefield. As well, it would reduce the pressure of his spray until he found a way to seal it back up. Probably tight bandages and some cork, but that would be dealt with later.

Standing there with his hand on his gut, Abe felt the oozing toxins roll across his fingers. "Yesch." He started. "Abe isch me, and I am he." The meaning of Liberty's words finally dawned on him, after he had leapt away from danger. Though, this put him at a distance once again, and in more danger than he would be in melee range. "You hold it, I know you muscht. The schword of flamesch." Those words were bitter against his tongue, toxic fog rolling from his lips with every breath. "Give me that evil schword, scho I might take my revenge!" Somewhere deep inside of a subconscious that thinks only for itself, the old thoughts of the Ghul lingered. Thoughts of logic and reason, and they spoke for him. 

But his actions were purely predatory.

And actions speak louder than words.

Inside of his mouth, after the meaningless words passed his throat, Abe began to fill his maw with his toxic sludge. A slight leak from between his teeth showed, dripping past his shrivelled lips to the ground. Guns may be long range, but Abe can still fight from a distance.