Coastline off of Santa Tomas, Baja California, 10:45 PM
A boat slowly pulled into the small bay by the mountains, slowly vanishing from the sight of the nearby sea. It pulled into the cove, a scarred and dented hull with paint that imitated the beasts of the deep. The name of "Bloody Plunderer" could be seen adorned on its side, showing that the crew was not the best of individuals. As it pulled in, the true beast that had been following it surfaced, giving a small snarl as he properly surfaced. Gaira had gone a far distance for all of this, and was a bit tired and grumpy.
Once the boat was looped onto the makeshift dock, a small bridge was put down and secured. Not soon later, a woman walked down onto the dock with a set of knives that glinted in the lantern light. Piercing green eyes looked forward, a grin laced with malice dawned on her lips. She was soon followed by her crew, swallowing most of her in shadow. She kept the pace up, greeting the one standing at the end of the dock with open arms and a friendly greeting.
"Manuel! It has certainly been too long. I hope that everything is going well. How are you doing?"
The person that she was greeting stood almost stoically, blinking slightly at her seemingly friendly manner. He made no move when she embraced him, rejecting any emotion that could be given. His beast stood in the shadow given by the cloudy night and the cove, tail twitching and a low growl leaving its fanged jaws. He spoke only a single sentence, a statement that was in demand of an answer.
"You're two days late."
Sydney gave a huff, letting go of her embrace and brushing a hair back off her face. Of course he was all business first, anything relative towards emotions second. She'd known this for so long, so why had she expected him to be any different.
"I was chased after an attack. A royal cruiser had a kaijin aboard, and the other side came out. We got chased to Hawaii, but were able to shake her off there. We took the long route to be sure we weren't followed."
He simply gave a nod, taking in the information carefully. Locking his grey eyes with her piercing grey, he waved for her to follow him. She followed suit, with Gaira doing so as well and her crew resupplying the ship. They made their way through a small passage and into the makeshift camp. Tents were strewn about, with various things being packed, prepped, and tested. A makeshift gun range could be heard, with the familiar sounds of gunfire and those of other weapons that she was only vaguely familiar could be heard going off. Other groups could be seen walking on patrol, training and prepping for what was going to come.
"Things are operating as planned," went Manuel calmly, gesturing here and there as needed. "There's plenty of weapons and ammunition to do what we need, and with the new areas that belong to us and those that soon will, resources won't be too much of a problem. We made it this far up the coast without a single amount of resistance, and little signs of other people left in the areas. We think they fled up north in our coming. It'll make the plan even easier to get established."
"About that," Sydney spoke, looking intently at the back of his head, "Is what you're planning even safe considering the diablo that roams there? There's a reason the Americans didn't take the city back."
All gave a wide berth to the walking duo and the two kaiju that made their way through the compound, headed towards a back area. A few gave a nod or a salute to Manuel, which he returned as he needed. He ignored the pirate's question, instead leading her towards a large cavern in the back of the camp. When they approached it, the sight took her breath away. Manuel took this time to answer her question, using the sight as his basis for an answer.
"If that red bastard decides to appear, we'll be able to handle it and any other kaiju that comes our way. Nothing will stop us for our goal, we shall be the dominant force on the planet. No one will be able to put us beneath their boot anymore."
Inside the cavern, there was almost nothing but kaiju and kaijin. A large pool allowed for water kaiju to come in and out unsuspecting of the world above. High perches had been carved into the upper regions, resting a variety of flying beasts such as Gyaos, Kamacuras, and giant birds. The waters beneath were full of aquatic beasts, from the familiar Oodako to ones that she had only heard of in passing, such as Ebirah and Maguma. The floor of the cave held a myriad of creatures that each had a wide array of weapons and natural tools at their disposal.
"The first test of the coordinated team is happening now as we speak, with the conquering of Mexico City being ours soon. They're being led by my brother Marco. The update I last got was that they had finally gotten past the defenses after an hour's work. They should soon take it over, and then the world is ours!"
Manuel's kaiju stepped into the entrance of the cavern, the lights showing the green hide of the Rhedosaurus. Rearing his head back, he let out a terrifying screech that vibrated the entire cavern. Several others answered him, giving almost a war cry that shook the air. Gaira even joined in, raising a fist into the sky. Turning to Sydney, Manuel gave her a smile.
"Now, all we need to do is wait for the others to do their work."
Turning towards Sydney, he gave a smile that she had seen only a few times beforehand in their shared childhood. A hand extended out, an offering towards her as his honeyed words seeped out from his mouth.
"Would you be as kind to help me, my old friend?"
Sydney gave a thoughtful look, as if contemplating a decision she had made as soon as she had seen the sight of the kaiju. Locking eyes with her childhood friend, she spoke with a bravado and gusto that was befitting of her.
"How could I resist?"
Mexico City, 12:37 AM
The best and brightest city in the entire country of Mexico had quickly become a nightmare with the advance of the Las Beastias de Muerte. The pitiful attempt at a defense that had surrounded the city had been used as toys, testing tools for future conquers. Those inside the city could only wait and sit in fear for their turn at the wrath of the horde that was right outside their doors. Those who were close enough to the battlefield could hear the explosions, cries and shrieks that would haunt their souls to the day they died, if they survived themselves.
It took only an hour and a half before the wrath was switched from the troops to the city itself. People ran panicking through the streets, seeking anywhere that had a perceived amount of safety more than the horde behind them. In the aftermath, it would be found that over one hundred people died not at the hands of the Las Bestias, but by the feet of panicking refugees. They would be the few lucky ones to die in a less horrible manner.
Eduardo Bonaventura was one of these people, reduced down from his relatively high spot in life as a businessman and cartel dealer into a panicking bystander. He ran at the outer edge of the crowd, his mind occupying a place of almost outsider observance rather than one of in the moment. He watched almost apathetically as the first of the Gyaos swooped in, grabbing a few people in their mouths and fly away to a nearby building out of sight. One could almost see the cackling madmen that were strapped on their backs, directing where they flew and who they attacked. He watched as more and more vanished into the reptilian mouths, either swallowed whole or severed at several different parts. In his mind, this was registered as good. Better him to survive this than be devoured by the flying beasts.
After a few more had swooped in and taken a few more, the bombardments stopped. It didn't mean that the crowd did however. There was too much risk, and they would rather go and live rather than die in a swarm of people that had no real sense of direction. As he quickly scrambled through the alleys without a second glance backwards, this proved to be a smart decision. From around the opposite side, a beast that had long thought to be dead emerged from the cover of smoke, giving a deep shriek in rage and pain. Once part of a thriving ecosystem that dwelled beneath the waves, this beast was one of the last Paleosaurus that roamed the planet. Like its relative that had attacked London, it had be changed by nuclear radiation to become more than just a simple dinosaur. All the crowd had was time to scream in fear before it let out an electrical pulse hidden with radioactive energy. The people were quickly bombarded with the equivalent of standing near a nuclear explosion, the deadly energy penetrating and mutating quickly. Most fell to the floor, their bodies twisting and being covered in burns. The beast simply continued on, letting the bodies soon turn into charcoal remains.
As it entered the street, a shirtless man walked in front of beast and its waves. Rather than being crippled by these devastating waves, he seemed to positively glow in the light of the beast. He was a skinny, frail man, his pale skin just barely draping over his bones and organs. One could almost see the pulse throb through his veins with each heartbeat, looking almost as if two steps from death. Despite this skeletal look, he was highly animated, almost dancing among the charred corpses and lumps of scar tissue that were near unrecognizable as human. A few scars dawned his body, but for the most part he looked more like a smooth skeletal puppet than one that lived.
A grumble from the kaiju made the reveling man pause, taking a glance down the alley that Eduardo had dashed down a ways beforehand. His eyes narrowing, the bald man reached down to the radio on his belt. Fumbling with it for a bit, he yanked it out and pressed the green button for communication. He rose it to his mouth, and spoke with a voice that would chill others to the bone.
"Pierre to Chavez. A runner's heading over your way. I expect you to take care of it."
"Got it boss. He's good as mine," came a voice through the crackle of the static.
"You better," was the reply before the device was shoved roughly down back into its spot on the side of his belt. He continued with the frolicking, stopping a short distance away to pick up what once had been a human skull. He twisted it around a few times in his hands, before crushing it into small fragments that fell on the ground in a unceremonious pile in the bodies. He gave a small chuckle, and continued on with his raging kaiju to cause more death and destruction.
Eduardo however, thought that he was well away from the fight. The sounds of the beasts seemed to be farther off, although their loud footsteps and the wails of those who were dead or dying seemed to ring in his ear no matter where he went. It also did not help the confused man in the slightest that he had wandered down an alley maze and had gotten himself completely lost in it all. He was wandering them aimlessly, running at the sounds of any loud noises close towards him.
After a half an hour of this was met with nobody, not a single soul cowering in the corners of these streets or hiding under a building. As he began to realize the severity of this, he rounded a corner to find the sight of another person standing there with her back turned. He relaxed a little, seeing that the stranger was alone and not with one of those beasts. He called out to her in his native tongue, and then in English to make sure that he understood him.
"Hey amiga? You alright?"
When the other turned around to face him, little warning bells went off in Eduardo's head. She was oddly relaxed, as if the events spiraling around them were something that were normal for her instead of insane. The way her eyes lit up with recognition at the sight of him was foreboding as well, with the smile chilling him to his very core. When she spoke, his blood froze.
"Ah, there's our little escapee. You won't be as lucky this time."
He then noticed the entirety of the front was coated in blood and bits of organs, and the sharpened teeth that was her smile. He backpedaled a little, panic taking over his body. He turned to run, only to stare into the face of a beast out of time. It looked down hungrily at him, saliva forming at the edges of his blood cover jaws. Eduardo only had time to scream as the jaws came down around him, shaking his body and swallowing it whole.
"No fair! I wanted to play with this one. You've got the last three Zeddy. You gotta let me have a few too," protested the woman below. Zedus gave a low whine in an attempt of pity, leaning down with his head fins lowered like dog ears. The look earned some, as she gave a small sympathetic look.
"Aw, it's okay buddy. Just leave the next few to me, and we'll be even."
She gave a hug to the snout of Zedus, who gave a little grumble in appreciation and affection. When the radio crackled to life, she let go of the kaiju and reached down to her belt. He reared up, not noticing the blood print that sat on the edge of his snout. As she began to listen, Zedus had his head pointed upwards and gave a growl. Something was setting the reptile on edge, and Alexa could sense it. The reports that came from the radio only clarified it moreso.
"Gyaos 2 to the crew. The group in the center of the city is acting funny. They're jumping into this new hole, and-"
The call was interrupted by a loud crack that shot through the city like a gunshot in a small room. Not waiting for Zedus, Alexa was quick to bounce to the top of the nearest buildings that were left standing. Once on the top, she could see what had changed in the landscape. What had once been the most open plaza in the center of Mexico City was now a gigantic hole. On the breeze that blew past the kaijin, she could almost hear chanting coming towards her. It was faint, but indicated something a lot stronger than its volume.
Yong-a-ry! Yong-a-ry! Yong-a-ry!
From within the hole, something stirred. Silence enveloped the city as a horn erupted from the hole, followed by a reptilian head with lower tusks on the jaw. Pulling itself out of the hole, it gave a roar to the heavens. Yongary, the legendary kaiju, had returned once more to the world of man to save it from the folly of itself. He would defend those of this city and the world from dangers such as these, and destroy those who would stand in his way.
On the ground nearby, an older man in black robes knelt on the ground with pain. His mind brimmed with the new connection that it had made, thoughts and memories transmitting between him and the beast that now stood in the light of the fires. He could see the glimpses of the globe in a time dominated by kaiju and beasts that were no longer, the blast of a meteorite that ended this era for quite some time and how it hibernated until it was better for it to emerge. A battle flashed in its mind of winged horrors and a feathery serpent, and the process of another short respite from humans. Yongary in turn got chunks of the man's life, but also that of the recent burnings and death of the people. It filled the beast with a lust for vengeance, fueled by his new priest's lust for revenge for the death and carnage.
It didn't take long for the beast to get a response. The Paleosaurus could sense within his bones that an old competitor had arisen once more, and had turned to charge from where he was. Zedus gave a screech, leaping over the buildings he was lurking behind to get closer. Landing at a street that gave him a straight shot, the frills opened up and he gave a roar in challenge. He ran head first at the new Yongary, completely focused in on the new arrivals soon to be exposed innards.
These thoughts were soon interrupted by a flying building. It crashed into Zedus, sending him into another building. It gave a wail in pain, struggling to escape from the rubble as it did so. Both Yongary and the Paleosaurus focused their attention to the cloud of debris and smoke, awaiting to see what was about to emerge from within. An outline was soon visible, revealing a massive, hulking creature approaching. Each footstep it gave sounded like thunder as it approached, booming across the battlefield as it did. From the cloud, a loud roar echoed out that chilled the blood of those around them. There were few that could not recognize the call of one of the most iconic of kaiju, the Eighth wonder of the World. All could recognize the King of Skull Island, one of the first kaiju ever sighted in the world and one that wrecked the world of New York City in the past and others around the world.
Kong stepped out of the clouds of dark, a cross look on his face. Looking towards Yongary, the two stared each other down, neither making a move towards each other. Yongary flexed his claws and growled, while Kong gave a snort towards the dinosaur. Each looked ready to attack the other if it was needed, only holding back as if they were waiting for the word. The priest was on his knees, looking up at the giant ape in surprise. Did these monsters have control of the giant ape? Had the mighty king been used as a weapon for malcontent?
The answer came from a hand that extended in an open gesture to help the man up. He reached out and grasped the hand, and was pulled gently to his feet. The elderly man locked his tired brown eyes with youthful ones of energy, and a slight smile on the face of the man in front of him. He spoke with kindness in his voice, speaking in the tongue that he was most familiar with.
"It looks as if you could use some help Father. I hope that Kong and I can help you with your kaiju problem."
"Thank you my son. Mexico City is the hope of all of her people as it has been for ages, and we are all that remains for saving them."
Rey gave a nod, and brought the priest to his feet. Both stood up, briefly shaking hands before they turned to the beasts. Kong and Yongary gave each other a nod and a grunt, and squared off. They would work together as needed against these foes that presented unbalance and strife for the world. Yongary's eyes looked towards the marching Paleosaurus, an ancient feud rekindling at the sight of the beast. Both roared out at each other, claws and teeth clenched at the sight of each other. The clash would be a bloody and fierce one, for the dominion of the city.
Kong meanwhile, focused on the now rising Zedus. While he knew little of the beast, it seemed to be similar to the meat eaters on the island. Pounding on his chest, Kong gave a loud roar in challenge to Zedus. He watched as the beast shook itself free of the dust and debris that had stuck to its skin. Zedus turned to the primate, the fins on the sides of his head opening up. The reptile gave a scream at the ape, wanting his corpse as payment for the affront that it had suffered being crushed beneath the building. It prepared to leap, crouching slightly as the muscles tensed with anticipation.
High above both of them, two Gyaos with their riders sat circling above, awaiting the orders to swoop down and turn the tide of one of the battles. While they had not yet reached the state of Super Gyaos yet, the flying creatures were still beasts to be reckoned with. They could provide that one moment of distraction needed to stop these guardians long enough to have their larger compatriots deal the finishing blow.
They were only still for a fraction of a second before they split into clashes that shook the earth around them.
Kong and Zedus were the first to reach each other of the combatants. The reptile had leaped up to pounce on the would-be unprepared Kong. When a hand caught his throat, it was clear that Kong was not going to take this kind of attack easy. The ape could clearly remember a specific one of the predatory scalies that would jump like that, and he was a quick learner. Not wasting time, he rose the head of the kaiju and flung it into the ground. It crashed into it, the head bouncing off the ground with the strength used. A quick kick sent the beast flying from where he had landed into a series of buildings, sending them into pieces of rubble. Zedus stood up from attack, blood dripping from his nose as he shook his head. The frills extended once more, and he gave a screech before lunging in again.
Yongary meanwhile, had thrown himself just as much into the fight as his ally had. He had charged forward as the Paleosaurus did, but had stopped and pivoted at the last second. With momentum propelling the radioactive beast forward, it took the full force of the spiked tail that impaled its neck. The beast gave a horrendous cry of pain, reeling back as the wounds were exposed to the open air with the quick flick of the tail. As it did, Yongary lunged forward and grasped the towering neck. The grasping set something for the Paleosaurus to bite into, and the jaws of the irridated beast latched onto Yongary's neck. The guardian gave a screech in pain as it happened, slicing with his hands in an attempt to free himself.
Rey and the priest watched for a while, assisting in mentally sent tactics to be useful for their kaiju companions. It was when the fight with Yongary and the Behemoth came closer that Rey grabbed the shoulder of the new kaijin priest.
"It's best that we get out to a safer distance Father. We won't be doing much good being squashed underneath all of this conflict."
A sudden bout of intuition from years of training kicked in, and he pulled the Father closer to him. The elder man watched in surprise as a dart shaped thing stuck into the ground where he had been standing, and the form of a woman landed smack dab in front of him. The dart like piece left the ground and retracted back into her mouth. She turned and faced the two men, a devilish smile accompanied by completely white eyes. When she spoke, both could see the needle like teeth that composed that wicked smile.
"Well, here's the source of our problem. Two little kaijin, so far out of their league. You're too late to save this city, and we'll make sure that you and your friends taste death as well."
Anger boiled in Rey's blood, partially from the words of the devil in front of him, and part from the battle that he could feel from Kong himself. Giving a scowl reminiscent of the ape behind him, he took the bait that had been lain out in front of him with ease. It didn't need saying which of the beasts that she controlled, he was simply able to recognize it from watching what Kong could see.
"You're going down with that ugly bastard of a lizard of yours, and I'm going to enjoy every step of the way in beating your ass."
"That may be something that you may need to look at again. She isn't alone in this endeavor," came a voice that echoed over the cacophony of the fighting kaiju. Glancing towards it, Rey caught a sight of a sickly looking man walking towards them, his upper body exposed to the world in its sickly demeanor. On the pale skin that dawned the body, tattoos adorned his skin of beasts and monsters swarming burning cities. In the middle of the chest was the clear shape of a red clawed hand tearing into the world, the logo of Los Beastias de Muertes. An almost skeletal grin dawned his face, promising of things that would end with a world of hurt.
The smell of radiation penetrated his nose, a harsh chemical smell that he only had the briefest encounter with in the past. This, along with the fact that there were two powerful kaijin with only him as a real line of defense made a quick judgement in his mind. Turning back to the priest, he spoke briefly.
"Father, get out of here. I can fend them off for now, and you've just freshly bonded. I can buy you the time to-"
A hand pressed gently into his back, signaling that he should stop talking. Taking a step to be beside the ex-soldier, he spoke with the calm and readiness that one would not expect of a person that had lost nearly everything in the past few hours.
"Son, do not worry. Just because I am a Father for the Lord now does not mean that Alex Ramirez, once the heavyweight champion of the world, ever stopped being a boxer. And I do not ever run from a fight."
With a simple flick, Father Alex discarded his large black robes. Beneath, he wore a simple black workout shirt that outlined the massive set of biceps and six pack that had been hidden beneath, and a pair of workout shorts. It was an outfit that would be more home in a cage fight than in a church, and the last thing that Rey had guessed.
Quickly fishing into his pocket, Alex pulled out a pair of worn brass knuckles and stuck them on his hands. Grasping them tightly, he took a fighting stance next to the one that had thrown himself in with little consideration of his own life to help. For someone close to the age of 60, he was well built for his age. Staring down the tattooed man, he spoke with a free conscious and a ready mind.
"You have traversed the last street tonight. Here, we will stop you by the grace of God and the power of our beasts. Another life shall not end by your hand again, and you shall perish here."
A low chuckle left the tattooed one, with a cackle coming from the demonic looking one. Pierre finished, staring down the elder with a fire in his eyes that promised a world of hurt and death if he could win.
"Give it your best shot old man. Nothing will stop the death that we spread. Only those strong enough to be with us will be able to survive, ushering a new age of destruction and chaos. Whether it's us, or the next few, or a thousand of us later, everyone will-"
He was quickly silenced with a right hook to the face, brass crashing and cracking into bone. Pierre stumbled back, only to receive another well placed hit in the form of an uppercut, crashing into his stomach region. Alex continued with the punches, rolling them in nice and quick.
Rey and Chavez however, simply went at it. The white eyed woman slashed repeatedly at Rey with her hand, the last blow leaving a claw mark down the front of his exposed shirt. While it didn't touch his precious jacket, it was too close to it. Anger took over Rey, who dodged the next swipe of claws and countered with a right hook to her face. The two soon began to grapple, grasping limbs and pushing forward as much as they could.
Pierre had stopped the beatdown with a series of haymakers, most of which were blocked. The two fighters circled each other, occasionally coming together to throw a flurry of punches and kicks that left both with some marks. Pierre had taken more of the damage, with a bloody nose, brusies dotting here and there on his body. The beating that he had received had not dimmed his spirit, and he taunted Alex after landing a few good hits to his torso.
"Are you feeling the hopelessness old man? The weight of the truth that we bring, that all you know is a lie and shall burn around you in the new world."
All this did was elicit a laugh from Alex, who stared him down with a resilience and hope that infuriated Pierre. When he spoke, he spoke with strength and clarity of a man that knew that everything would be alright.
"With the might of God and Yongary behind me, your reign of terror and death will be brought to a swift and righteous end."
The kaiju had continued to fight, clashing with near reckless abandon, crushing buildings and vehicles beneath their feet without a single thought. Kong charged forward at Zedus, throwing a shoulder into the lizard. Taking the blow, it clawed into the exposed back and shoulders of the gigantic ape. Kong gave a howl in pain, and grabbed its head. While Zedus squirmed and kicked, the ape shoved the reptile's head through a few buildings, stunning it for a bit. Letting go of the lizard, Kong pounded his chest and gave a roar in victory.
The cry did not go unheard however. A screech emanated from the heavens, making the Skull Islander crane his neck skywards. From the heavens that were bathed in smoke, a shadowy form could be seen circling around high above. Kong's eyes narrowed, preparing for what would come from the heavens down to greet him. With a crash of lightening, the flyer swooped down towards it. The Gyaos and its flier were acting as one, aiming to do a flyby and slaughter it while it was on the ground. As they approached, they watched with a mute horror as the lightening that had graced their appearance crashed into the giant ape. Instead of knocking it over however, the natural energy crackled over the beast's arms and torso.
Kong leaped up towards the flying beast that had been headed straight towards him, hands extended. One grabbed the arrow head of the Gyaos, while the other went and grabbed the left wing at its base. Once both had a grasp,
Kong began to pump thousands upon thousands of volts into the Gyaos as they fell the short distance to Earth.
The perfected mutant bird screeched in pain along with the kaijin as the electricity flowed through them, and their landing on impact. The sound of splintering bone could be heard throughout the battlefield as the wing snapped in three different places under the weight of its body and of Kong. Once back on the ground, Kong held firm onto the intact wing. Putting a foot on the struggling kaiju's head, Kong grasped the wings with both hands and pulled.
It only took a small part of his strength to tear out the wing from the socket it had been attacked to, but it caused a monumental pain to the struggling creature and the now unconscious kaijin strapped down to it. A precise stomp crushed the beast's head, snapping most of the bones in it and popping the eye out of the now shattered socket. Wiping his foot off in the dust, the giant ape left the dying Gyaos to see how his ally was doing.
A quick glance saw that Yongary was trapped in a close combat lock with the Paleosaurus, and intervening at a close distance would not provide much in the form of help and leave his ally up and walking. Glancing around, an idea formed at the sight of the slowly awakening Zedus. He turned his back to the dueling dinosaurs and bounded towards the old foe. It had been said once in a locked room that Kong was a thinking animal, but he was also a strategist when compared to other kaiju.
When Zedus regained consciousness, all it could feel was a set of hands on its tail at first. The feeling of being lifted upwards and rotating in a circle made the saurian open its eyes to find the world moving in a circle. Zedus was only able to give a panicked screech as she soared through the air and crashed into the Paleosaurus. The latter released the vice grip of its jaws from Yongary as they sailed into the Mexico Cathedral, sending it into rubble. Not wasting a moment, the Terror from the Deep let out a stream of flame that enveloped the two beasts.
As their kaiju screamed in pain, Chavez and Pierre had gotten into sticky situations themselves. They had been cornered by Alex and Rey, and were fighting a slippery slope. Blood dripped from both of them, from their noses and mouths from damages done inside and outside their bodies. Seeing that the situation was soon to be let out of their hands, Pierre fished in his pocket and pulled out a small charge device. Locking eyes with the priest, he spoke a single sentence before pressing the trigger.
"If we can't have Mexico City, then no one can."
Deep below their feet, one could feel the vibrations of detonations in the ground. Silence graced the battlefield for a second, before the muffled sounds of thousands of feet swarming upwards could be heard. A weird clicking noise could be heard from the massive crater that Yongary had pulled himself out of that caught the attention of Alex and Rey. As they turned towards it, a Gyaos descended from the sky, quietly picking up the two and taking off with a single flap of its leathery wings.
From within the hole the first of many emerged out. Long mandibles jutted out, followed by a long segmented body. Giant antenna dawned the top of it head, lens eyes simply being terrifying as they were. Rey knew from his studies under the American Military Kaiju Response training the familiar form of Them as they were known. Gigantic Ant swarms, they were common inhabitants of the Sonoran Desert birthed from nuclear testing. They were fairly rare these days in America, but were thought to be inhabitants of the MesoAmerican Lawless kaiju zone. The fact that they had some sort of control over them sent a chill through Rey, and he knew what he had to do.
"Kong!" he cried out, looking towards the direction of where his friend had gone. Luckily he had already been making his way over, and swept both men up from where they stood. Holding them firmly but not tightly in his hands, the gigantic ape called out to Yongary to leave. With the urging from Father Alex, Yongary let off the fires and quickly followed his friends out.
When the fires stopped, Zedus was quickly off of the Paleosaurus and charging in the direction that the Gyaos had gone. He knew very well what the ants could do, and while small amounts were tasty, the horde that was coming was not something he was going to stick around for. He left a clear cut trail for the other to follow if need be.
Not soon after, more of the gigantic ants emerged from the hole, spreading out from the hole and charging into the city. As they approached the Paleosaurus, they would veer around him. Instinct in the ant's small brains knew that while radiation was home, it was also dangerous. This allowed for the Giant Behemoth to rise unceremoniously from the rubble, and slowly followed after Zedus. It didn't flinch at the sounds of the nearly dead Gyaos being torn to shreds, looking towards it in time to see one of the more successful ones scuttle from the head with an eye before continuing to wade through the swarm that had covered Mexico City in a cloud of death.