Liberty was on the move, and Abe needed to move faster. In the alley way he was open to gunfire, a death sentence if there ever was one. So he needed to outflank his foe, and there was only one way to do that. 

Turning his head to his right, Abe unleashed a torrent of liquid death upon the wall. It began to dissolve, and just enough too. With his right hand, as it was free of a weapon, he unleashed his full strength on the wall. Knocking a hole through it, and forcing a segment to collapse in on itself. Leaving an opening large enough for him to leap through, just before Liberty could compose himself long enough to fire again. 

Inside of the building, Abe began springing parallel to the alleyway. Acidic vomit oozing from his mouth and gut, dissolving the floor around his feet with every step. Staining his clothes with its brown color, making his already grossly stained clothes look more disgusting. The Ghul ran in stuttered steps, limping occasionally and nearly tripping over himself every few steps. There was nothing he could do about it right now, maybe when he kills his prey he'll be able to do something, but not yet. Right now he would have to deal with falling apart.  

Bleeding out wasn't a problem, he had very little blood anyway. His sight was starting to turn red from his fury, but there weren't any eyes in his sockets anyway. 

Abe needed to kill Liberty, and he needed to do it fast. Something felt wrong, and he didn't quite know what.