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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?