PFC Jimmy Winger was trying not to scream at the gorilla monster that was charging at him. He and his squad and the other squad they were moving with were firing everything they had at the ugly four-armed son of a bitch to no effect. The civilians behind him could have been helping but they were told by his commanding officer to hold fire until he and the others were out of ammo. Bastards. Didn't they know that if they waited until then it would be too late?

"Attention Earth. Hold out, the Scourge will be beaten. The Nephilim are coming." Jimmy's radio crackled to life at the same time that everyone else's did.

"You boys hear that?" his buddy PFC Franks asked. "The nephilim are coming. Who the hell is that?"

"Can it!" their sergeant yelled. "If you can talk then come up with a plan to kill this damn thing without a grenade!"

As if to answer their sergeant's yell, the monster they were fighting suddenly exploded and fell to the ground with its head and the higher set of arms missing. After a moment of shocked expressions being traded, one of the civies in the back called out where it had come from.

"Up there! What the hell is that?!"

Jimmy raised his eyes and saw a scene that was almost biblical. Floating down calmly as if there was no hurry were the tallest people he had ever seen. The one that was closer to the ground was who drew his eyes though. Black armor with lines of white decorating the arms and legs led up to the helmet. Black to match the rest of the armor with a white skull looking down on them all with all the same impassive nature as Death itself.

Jimmy couldn't help himself from crossing himself just as he heard Hernandez from the other squad whisper in his native Spanish, "Madre de dios!"

With that same calm, unshakable care the skulled man set down and looked over them all once more before turning to the now charging pack of monster dogs that had appeared. With a smooth motion the man drew his sword and faced them before charging toward them. Following after him was a slimmer figure with white armor and blue lines weilding an ax and a shield.

"I think those are the Nephilim," Jimmy said looking toward Franks.

"Attention Earth. Hold out, the Scourge will be beaten. The Nephilim are coming." Xiao Yin's family's tv sparked to life and stated into the room that was glued to the broadcast from the government's news broadcast station. The English that came through interrupted the reporter who had been trying to explain the demons who were currently completely destroying the American nations and were fighting on the Russian lands within Asia.

"What did the television say?" his father asked. He'd never bothered to learn English beyond the simplest phrases.

"It said, 'Attention Earth. Hold out, the scourge will be beaten. The nephilim are coming.'" Xiao Yin told him and everyone else in the room just as the picture on the tv changed from the silent reporter to images of the Russian frontline that the government had been gracious enough to send aid to. From the sky fell... men? They weren't like any men that Xiao Yin had ever seen. They were visibly taller and bulkier than anyone else, like those Western men who trained their bodies until they looked fat from all the muscle they built, though these were still slimmer than they were. They also wore armor that didn't match any known militaries of the world with their solid white color and the different trims, like snow marred by paints.

"Will those keep the demons from coming to our home?" his mother asked.

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"What the fuck do we care about some nephilim assholes?!" Santo screamed as he and the other members of the cartel gang beat the dog creature in front of them with bats.

Santo and the others were in the midst of removing any of the creatures from the streets of their cities after the military couldn't keep them all out. The narrow streets worked for them to isolate and blitz the creatures to death but only if they were small enough to fit through the streets and weren't fast like those eight-legged creatures with the claws or the creatures that stood on two legs like men and used their clawed hands to cut you to pieces.

"Where's the next.... one...?" Santo's question trailed off as he looked up and watched a man wearing white armor with blood red lines painted on it land on the rooftop above them all. The man looked down at them and gave them a nod before pulling a spear from his back and starting in the other direction. The one that the soldiers and other men with guns were fighting in.

"I'm going to church with my mama, and we're not going to stop praying until we die," Juan said before sprinting away and disappearing around the corner.

"I'm going with Juan," Tomas said as Julia nodded agreement.

"What's happening Harold?" Martha demanded from her husband as the tv showed images of armored men and women falling from the sky.

"I don't know Martha," he answered. "But I know who won't have a bloody clue either. The government!"

"You don't think they're those nephilim that the telly mentioned do you?" she asked as she clutched Sir. Francis James St. Beauregard III to her. For his part the little pug looked just as confused as Harold felt.

Sarah Applewood huddled with her friends, hiding from her father when she heard the broadcast over the intercom in the city's school.

"What are the nephilim?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

"I think they were half Angels in the Bible," Mark said. "They were supposed to be half human and they represented something like how all Angels can go against God or something."

"Do you think they'll help us?" Sarah's friend, Mary, asked.

Before anyone could answer the doors of the school burst open and one of the monsters dashed inside. Screaming from the thing's appearance, no one noticed how it was already bleeding heavily from its missing arm before a group of four wearing white armor and holding swords, spears, and shields ran in after it and quickly pinned it to the ground before chopping its head off. Sarah was one of the few to see the monster die and one of the even fewer to hear the people in armor talk about securing the perimeter and working outward.

"What do we know?" the governor demanded as she and her cabinet gathered together in the conference room while images of the armored men and women raining form the sky continued to play.

While she and her cabinet worked toward the fact they didn't know anything about what was happening Sandra Carlisle continued to take notes for the governor's vanity that was still in full swing as the world fell apart around her. The woman was convinced that she was the last official left that could take over and rebuild what was left of the States and she'd already discussed whether she should wait until after they had a handle on the situation or not before swearing herself in as the new President.

While Sandra idly wondered if she could scrounge enough weed together for one last joint before she was killed by the monsters, she happened to look out the window and see a group of five men and women in white armor bring one of the gorilla monsters to its knees before chopping its head off with a swing of the biggest sword she'd ever seen outside of movies.

"Sandra, go tell them that I want an explanation!" the governor shrieked as Sandra gaped at the efficiency of the men and women who were quickly making their way toward another area that needed their help. It was another moment of staring while the governor yelled about letting them get away before Sandra turned to her and spoke those words she'd always wanted to say to the bitch.

"I quit."

Carrie followed after Rickshaw, she still couldn't believe that was his name, and prepared to meet the pack of charging Hellhounds with her shield at the ready as Touka suddenly spoke up.

"There's a bunch of Kamaitachi coming from the left side," her Cyber said. Like clockwork her commander gave his orders calmly and quickly.

"You take care of the Hellhounds, your shield will do you better against them. I'll take the Kamaitachi," his voice came through her comm channel.

"You got it Commander," Carrie said as she stepped forward and couldn't stop the little voice from wondering, would she be able to do something that would make those Humans stare at her with the same awe they stared at Rickshaw. He didn't even realize how much the smallest things he did impacted the people around him; for him if it wasn't going to help kill Scourge, save Humans, and make more Nephilim he wouldn't care. Until she made him care about it anyway, but even then he tended to be pretty easy going with it all.