Hawke slowly pulls the short sword out of the pile. He has no interest in seeing Racha impaled.
He then starts singing to himself....
<Singing>
Frosty The Short Sword
Frosty the short sword had a very sharp edge indeed,
With a curvy hilt and a diamond jewel.
It could freeze you to your soul.
Frosty the short sword is a fairy tale, they say,
He was made of steel but the warriors
Know how he took some lives that day.
There must have been some magic in that
Old silk shealth they found.
For when they placed him in it
He began to kill a lot.
O, Frosty the short sword
Was alive as he could be,
And the warriors say he could laugh
And slay just the same as you and me.
Slicetty slice slice,
Slicetty slice slice,
Look at Frosty go.
Sliceetty slice slice,
Sliceety slice slice,
Over the hills of bodies.
Frosty the short sword knew
The blood was hot that day,
So he said, "Let's run and
We'll kill some nuns
Now before I get sheathed away."
Down to the village,
Pulling the warrior by the hand,
Running here and there all
Around the square saying,
If I catch you you'll be dead.
He chased them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop.
And he only paused a moment when
He took the cop's head with a lop!
For Frosty the short sword
Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
"Don't you cry,
I'll be back again some day."
Sliceetty slice slice,
Sliceety slice slice,
Look at Frosty go.
Sliceetty slice slice,
Sliceety slice slice,
Over the hills of bodies.
This demented Christmas song is brought to you by Simon....