National
Seven Thousand Club
Xerxes laughs "What metal? You mean my armor?" He grabs the other palm of his hand and rips off the armor, before the black armor regrows "This isn't metal. This is my skin. My armor. Titan skin." Xerxes launches himself at the guards and backhands them all, sending them flying
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