I don't wield weapons, at least not in the traditional sense, for I possess nothing whose sole purpose is the destruction of another. But I am not so defenseless a creature as many of my would-be predators have supposed.
Besides being naturally magic, a unicorn's horn is no fragile ornament, and can serve as a formidable weapon if need be. My horn has pierced the fiery hearts of dragons, turned the deadly blows of greatswords; it has slashed through barbed nets meant to ensnare me, and scarred forever the flesh of those who laid the traps. My horn has gleamed crimson with the blood of my enemies, and though I never took pleasure in their defeat, neither did I feel any guilt.
Cross-posted to
theatrical_muse.