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I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
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.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.