Darkness. Outside a small town in rural America at 3 AM.
Full moon.
The sounds of loud "pop"s of air expanding. Several huge figures fall to the ground.
"Damn." states one. "Good thing we got out in time."
"Could they have traced the teleport?" asked a female voice.
"I don't think so. They couldn't have noticed us in the confusion of the battle."
"All of our forces were destroyed like that..."
"So we'll make more. I picked this world because it's nice and weak. No magic, little technology, and we werecreatures are dismissed as legends. We'll just..."