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Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
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.
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?