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A man shot two arrows at its center and missed both times, but using a sword swung once at its center and hit it twice.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an 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.
What gets wetter as it dries?
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?