Daddy Liberty took a step back as he saw what fluids had dripped from the ghul. It was an unfamiliar sight that confirmed to Daddy Liberty that he was not fighting anything remotely close to human- which means it was easier for him not to hold back.

"I ain't got no sword" Jim said. He stood up, feet planted firmly. The sling of his M240 held pressure over his fresh stab wound, the butt stock of his M4 in the pocket of his shoulder. The rifle was square to Abraham, Daddy Liberty still in a very much ready position. "Sorry if I had to disappoint." Jim's finger curled around the trigger. He placed his cheek to the stock and lurched his head forward so that his cheek was touching the charging handle. Jim continued to slowly step back, as his sights lined up with his target.

"Law man says I can't say the second part of what I'm thinkin', but the first part is die" Jim announced as he squeezed the trigger. A bullet fired from the short barrel of his M4, brass casing flying from the ejection port of his rifle and hitting the wall next to it, falling to the ground with a light clink. The barrel lit red and the entire rifle boomed with the loud noise as the bullet shot forth toward its target.