Abe despised firearms with an unrivaled passion, they were an impass that he had yet to actually manage to crawl around. The first round struck Abe directly in his jaw, catching the left hand side and tearing a chunk out of his face and spraying condensed acid in all directions. The broken and busted jaw swung away from the connective joint and dangled there, noxious sludge spraying from his throat and dripping from his torn away jaw. Howling like a mad beast, Abe lunged forward. Whether or not any more gunshots riddled his body, he was unaware, he couldn't actually feel anything right now. 

The words that hit him harder than the bullets had left him deaf to pain. There was no sword here, this unworthy heathen wasn't weilding the liberty brand. Without that sword, this man was just meat with a gun. Trying to kill him once again, and it was starting to look like he was going to succeed. 

With his jaw swinging loose, Abe leapt forward at Liberty. No rhyme or reason, an instinctual predatory leap. Intended to catch your opponent off guard and leave them vulnerable. If Abe successfully catches him, or if he fails miserably. The unfortunate side effect of his jaw being blown off is that he no longer has the ability to control how much poison is being spewed from himself. As Abe leaps forward, so does a torrent of noxious gasses and acidic sludge. Turning everywhere he steps into a biohazardous zone rivalled only by Chernobyl. 

Liberty didn't have the sword, and Abe was furious. The only goal was to kill this swine and consume his flesh, without the sword, Abe had no real purpose.