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If you spot one of these eastern warriors, they're not doing their job right.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?