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The perforations within the blade were meant to provide elasticity, preventing it from snapping during vigorous parries. The serrations were arranged not for producing an unpleasant wound, but to "catch" the adversary's blade.
But as for now I’m in the center of something that shouts and surges forth. And it’s subtle, like the most intangible reality. As for now, time is how long a thought lasts.
It’s that pure, this contact with the invisible nucleus of reality.
I know what I’m doing here: I’m counting the instants that drip and are thick with blood.
Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life
Dagger and sheath
"The dagger has a pointed and doubly-curved blade, double-edged, watered steel blade that has overlaid gold at the hilt in a flower and leaf design.
The dagger hilt has been fashioned in pale greenish grey nephrite jade. The main part of the hilt consists of a central shaft with an almost square cross section with a roundel in the middle. At the pommel end, two recurved sections emerge from either side of the shaft which then continues for a short distance before ending in a bead-like terminal.
On the blade side of the roundel, the shaft widens and a stem emerges and turns backwards to join one of the recurved sections from behind, forming a knuckle guard, with the junction being carved and pierced as a drooping flower bud.
The sheath has been fashioned in green velvet with gilt mounts, gold cord and tassles."
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- Ares - Epithet Mood Board -
Ares, exceeding in strength, chariot-rider, golden-helmed, doughty in heart, shield-bearer, Saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with the spear, O defender of Olympos, hear me, helper of men, giver of dauntless youth! Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. - Homeric Hymn 8 to Ares