Answer:
If you throw a bottle of wine, a carton of juice and a can of soda at someoneβs head, which one will hurt the least?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?