harpoonless

— It radiates like the shadows of steam until deep beneath the muscular tissue, a chasm, and a devastating zone of starless space, thoughtless unborn material; beneath the blubber loose and sentient on the skeletal, and even the color of color, lies a single thin silver gleaming stream, that itself, whereas not conscious, is able to guide the frozen warrior from battle to the gunless, harpoonless, stoneless shedding of his own precious, felt blood.