Twelve pairs of guards in white stand proud in ordered rows. Each day they shield the lifeblood of their land, is one day of the century that they will stand. So well they’re trained: they breathe as one! Yet wield no weapon, nor ever see the sun.

Made of metal, I am a carpenter's best friend. Made of keratin, I protect the tip of your hand. As a verb, I am perfection, just as how you intend.

What bleeds another's blood when you kill it?

An island of survival But not one of land Where all animals go Amidst scorched sands

I'm a one of three choices in a certain game I could cut through one of the opponents but not the other If you send me against myself , you'll have to play again