The Game Maker stood at the edge of the Ukrain, not to lead the attack. Simply to wait and watch. He knew where everything was and where it would be.
At this very instant, 5,000 full size pithons equipped with diamond armor and cybernetics as well as drilling and underground bomb releasing devices were digging approximately half a mile beneath the surface of the Ukrain at 80 miles an hour. Leaving in their paths heavy power bombs that would leave massive craters fit for killing the more populated areas they went after. They wouldn't detonate just yet, simply be set to go off exactly when the Game Maker knew would be perfect.
And as they did, 10,000 cybernetic carrowaries flew above carrying impact explosives and headed straight for the ukrainian airforce to drop those things straight on top of them, followed by their highly enhanced speed and combat to attack anything they left undetonated. With diamond armor and titanium talons, combined with ten times their normal physical conditions, they were a force worth reckoning with.
Soon, their heroes would come. His allies would come. The chaos would set itself in place like that perfect game of sadism he played upon. Death, pain, and fear.
And in the wait? More carrowaries, more pithons, and cybernetic gorrilas. With the additional part of them having nerve toxins and explosives they could leave the moment their heart stopped.
Tada! It's up. And I'm not as good as I had hoped, hopefully it gets better.