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A little pool with two layers of wall around it. One white and soft and the other dark and hard. Amidst a light brown grassy lawn with an outline of a green grass.
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.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
I can only be played on a windy day