Question: I join you in battle, fist clenched tight.
We pound three times with all our might.
If my rival decides he will sign for peace;
I'll crush him, and the fight will cease.
But if he lays his hand down flat;
I'll suffer defeat, that is that.
What am I?
Answer: The rock in rock-paper-scissors.
Question: My thickness is no more than a few centimeters, yet my depth can span to infinity. Although mundane, I intimidate most animals. When in my presence, you will inevitably follow me. What am I?
Answer: I'm a mirror.