Situated within the protective interior of an anonymously stationed underground compound, the Brahma Bull's intimidatory, elephantine physique frame eerily found itself enveloped by ambient darkness. The solitary source of pictorial illumination, his menacing set of forebodingly incandescent, vermillion eyes, gazing with blink-less resolve at the appropriately positioned video camera, a live stream of the atmospherically bizarre video directly uploaded to the feverishly visited YouTube website. "As promised, the Fall of Gothic City is on the verge of commencement", the audibly distinct, preternaturally deep, menacing registers of the Brahma Bull's voice, quaking with auditory iniquity.
"This will be an act of anarchistic turpitude". The Militant Mammoth resumed his indulgence in lexical threat-issuing. "The destruction of Gothic Square, the savage eradication of your citizens, the brutalization of your heroes, it's only purpose, to serve as a message", he paused, imminently approaching an impending lingual conclusion. "This city is soon to become my slaughterhouse. In five hours time, strategically positioned bombs in this pit of despair will erupt. I bring not destruction. I bring you salvation from the social fabrication of morality. I bring you anarchy, true freedom", Brahma arrogantly clarified. "Threats of capture and death will never stop me, because revolutionaries don't fear execution". With visual abruptness, the video terminated.
Narcissistically satisfied with the widely generated panic and widespread distress, the Guerrilla Goliath appropriately armed himself with habitually preferred firearms. Gifted with RKG-3 Anti-Tank Grenades, M67 Fragmentation Grenades, a Mossberg 500 Shotgun with extended magazines, a XM25 CDTE Grenade Launcher, and a Type lV Ballistic Vest, the Brazi Bull emerges from the undisclosed concealment of his positionally undiscovered abode. Having previously instructed an accumulative quantity of Bois constituents in the strategic approximation to the positioned explosives, Brahma waits, certain in the visual certainty of his cronies' pedestrian adornments' potency.
Standing atop a forsaken, grossly elevated rooftop, the psychopathic anarchist's sanguine-hued oculus surveys the aesthetically presented architecture of Gothic City with sarcastically undertaken artistic appreciation. "Operacao Death March", he murmured into a minuscule communicative device. In the immediate aftermath of his hushed utterance, a prominently auricular series of barbarous explosions structurally disheveled targeted bridges, and infrastructures of cultural significance. Aromatically-infesting smoke clouds of incendiary provenance expansively distributed themselves in the ambient aerial environment.
Followed by the savagely instigated homicidal rampages of distantly spread out Bois cronies, the christened 'Death March of Gothic City' had begun. Subsequently emerging on the streets of Gothic City, the Brahma Bull's immediate, antagonistic airborne allocation of fired XM25 CDTE grenades inciting scenes of graphic violence and architectural impairment of the city, intent on destructively gravitating all opposition towards him.