[Not so much throw- yet. First, he needs to ensure that the Armiger will resonate with it the same way it did at home. Once she's a safe distance away, he holds his hand a few inches over the star and silently reaches out to it, calling its soul to his. And as it always did on Eos, it flashes a blinding white and lifts up into the air, nearly to the ceiling, twists itself around and lashes out to stab into his chest, disappearing inside with a gleaming blue light. In a split second the whole Armiger activates, and every Royal Arm he's acquired here apparates to spin around him in translucent crystalline form: Somnus' blade, the shield, the Wanderer's joined daggers, and now the star. It's normal in every way except one:
This time, he feels it. He feels it like a freight train.]
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This time, he feels it. He feels it like a freight train.]