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Mar 28th, 2017
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  1. “What next?” I asked.
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  3. “The arm one,” Cynosarges insisted. “Now that’s one with history.”
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  5. “A history of exploding arms?” I questioned skeptically.
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  7. “Is there a better type of history?” He asked with a smirk. “But even beyond that, I mean. It’s even a Roma story!”
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  9. I lifted an eyebrow at that, glancing at my grandmother, who rolled her eyes and fetched the book.
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  11. “It’s the story of Wolfram, whose mother was an Atlesian princess that had fled to escape a coup,” She said blandly. “Wolfram grew up, decided he had a right to the thrones of both Kingdoms, things turned out badly for everyone involved.”
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  13. “Your storytelling is as piss-poor as ever, Jeannie,” Cynosarges rolled his eyes. “What she didn’t mention is that things got pretty interesting there for a bit. In the end, it was Atlas that created that technique, if you’ll believe it; Wolfram pushed them until they all but broke and then they really fought back. Say what you will about the boys up North and their desire to avoid battle, but they can fight when you push them into a corner.”
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  15. “What’s it do?” I asked, looking down at the book.
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  17. “Pretty much the same as when you use normal Aura to boost your strength, only more so,” Pyrrha’s Godfather answered with a shrug. “You gather your Aura up, reinforce and empower your muscles, whatever. Except the guys up in Atlas had been big on studying stuff even back then, and one of them figured out a way to push beyond the normal limits for that, sort of overcharging the body. Done properly, it gave soldiers an amazing boost in strength. Of course, if anything goes wrong…well, that power has to go somewhere. There are plenty of stories about Atlesian soldiers fighting until their arms literally explode and not without reason.”
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  19. “Ouch,” I said, absently touching my own shoulder.
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  21. “Ouch,” He agreed with a bright smile. “But under the command of their general, Prince Hrafntyr, Atlas pushed Wolfram from their very doorstep back to the sea, and the General sacrificed his own arm to capture the Prince to hold him ransom.”
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