It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, the time when all good people go about not decapitating each other.
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think I see you. . . " he unheathed his sword and swung, decapitating the Glass Eye in one blow, ". . . head over there.