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Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
What two things can always see what the other sees, but can never see each other?
Why was the belt arrested?