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[PineMarten]

This is probably my craziest combat story. For clarification, it happened in fortress mode when we were under attack from a vicious Weregila that had just killed a whole wave of 6 or so migrants. That'll teach it not to mangle good, honest dwarves!

What are your interesting/crazy combat stories?

[Superdorf]

Echidnas. I have the strangest things happen to me with echidnas.

I saw a dwarf pick up an echidna with his teeth and shake it around in his mouth like a rat terrier, while stabbing it. I saw a hill titan made of solid amber kick around an echidna like a football for three months straight-- it just wouldn't die. I saw... I saw...

Huh. That's it. Still. Echidnas are crazy.

[EternalCaveDragon]

I've got a few.

The first one was me going through a bandit camp. Turned out I'd caught them mostly sleeping aside from a couple sentries. I slew them by strangling them in their sleep. Which somehow had tired my adventurer out despite them not struggling in the slightest. But the bandit master was not asleep. And immediately had me on the back foot. I tried to fight defensively but it was no use, he knocked my character down via charge attack, causing them to lose their weapon and shield. Then cut my adventurer's head clean off in one stroke with his bronze scimitar. The former may have been caused by the actual decapitation, but I like to think there was a certain order to it.

The second one is another Adventure Mode story. And it also involves a bandit camp. In my current world, apparently a buffalo demon has taken over one of the bandit camps. And I'd stumbled on this with a previous adventurer that died to her. This time I came upon it (I'd forgotten which of the camps I'd discovered was this demon ruled one) with a couple companions. Well, since I obviously wasn't going to just let them charge in to die on their own, I went with them. That turned out to be a mistake since she tore my adventurer's foot off first. My companions managed to distract her while I tried to feebly crawl away. But they were no match for her. Then it was my turn, and I held her off okay, if by okay I meant she slowly tore me apart. My shield was only minimal help as she first mangled my other leg. Then my shield arm. And then finally put a stop to my attempts to strike her with my mace (which I'd bruised her with maybe 1-3 times) by grabbing my weapon. The arm holding it she pretty quickly broke with a punch, giving her possession of my mace. Which she then crushed my head with. The image of which you can see below.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The third (also Adventure Mode) story regards a quest to kill a cyclops. Required a bit of a trek (and some unnecessary swimming) on my part around either a large lake or coast of the sea. And I encountered not one, not two, but three cyclopes in the lair. Only one of them saw me, thankfully, so I lured him out by quickly booking it out of the lair. He had a mace but couldn't manage to hit me while I continuously chopped at him with my axe until he died of blood loss. Turns out that wasn't the cyclops I was after. Took the mace and lured out the other and pretty much repeated the process. Still hadn't completed that quest. So I ambushed the third cyclops from behind in the lair. Crippling strike followed by a pretty much repeat of the first two. That was the cyclops I was sent to kill. Butchered the corpses and took the skulls back, kept the mace and went back for another quest. Ended up dying to a zombie that just wouldn't come apart like the others at a necromancer tower afterward.

Honestly, I find myself liking Adventure Mode more so than Fort Mode, this is part of it.

[George_Chickens]

Back many versions ago, I accidentally embarked on an area that a giant had set up shop in. He charged at my dorfs and I had no choice but to immediately draft all of them into the militia. The giant's attack missed, and soon all the dorfs had grabbed him and were wrestling, punching and biting him. The giant tried to run but the dorfs followed, and eventually it collapsed, and somebody strangled it to death. All I could imagine was the dorfs covering it like a horde of ants, causing him to stumble backwards (as it started walking the opposite direction very fast) and fall over as he was devoured alive.

Another time, I was fighting a bandit master in a forest. His shitty weapons could not pierce my armour or cause damage, and my lack of finesse meant I could not adequately land a blow on him. We fought until the sun went down, and we both passed out from exhaustion. I was lucky enough to wake up first, so I pinched his head and tore it off.

[Blastbeard]

I have the dubious honor of being witness to and survivor of The Great Tradesorbs Shitfest.

Spoiler: TL:DR: dorf want thing, dorf smash other dorf when no give thing (click to show/hide)

I had traveled to the dwarven capital of Tradesorbs to get rid of some loot and spread rumors about my hammerdwarf's victories. I met with the broker, offloaded my goods, and began to spin tales of my glory.
As I'm going on about how awesome I am, I hear one dwarf shouting at another to drop something. I pay no attention and carry on. All of a sudden, I get a message that the two dwarves have drawn named weapons.
>ohshit.engraving
I turn my attention to the commotion and notice both dwarves are nobles, barons of fortresses I had recently visited.  I look around and see they are not alone; nobles from fortresses and hillocks all across the civilization are scattered around the trade depot, each and every one of them holding artifacts, presumably symbols of office, that they have chosen to hold rather than store someplace safe. With all of this in mind, I come to four conclusions.
Every noble is in in this fortress.
Every noble is carrying an artifact.
Every noble is going to want every other noble's artifacts.
Every noble will refuse to give up their artifact and fight to protect it.
>thisiswherethefunbegins.statue
The first noble one draws a bronze short sword. the second wields... iron chain leggings. Remember this.
Noble one swings and misses, giving noble two a chance to counter with a hit to chest with the iron leggings. Noble one is now having trouble breathing. Noble one swings again manages to stab noble two in the lower body, but gets knocked out by a smack to the face for his trouble. Noble two doesn't attempt to finish off noble one, just stands there for a few turns instead. All of a sudden, he commands a nearby baroness to drop her mug. She refuses, and the cycle begins anew. Meanwhile, the other nobles are playing out their own version of this dance around me.
Most of them aren't wielding actual weapons, apart from the unconscious swordsbaron the only one worth mentioning is a count with a reindeer bone buckler. One poor bastard is actually wielding a stone statue, and taking a beating by a baroness with a book as a result of their reduced speed. Statue-dwarf keeps dodging away, drawing closer and closer to the pit leading down into the fortress proper... and down he goes.
I turn my attention away from that to find the dwarf with the iron leggings has given up on the baroness and is in the process of turning another noble's head into a canoe with his killer pants. he's taken some hits but has clearly given out more than he's received based on the number of injured dwarves running away from him.

Meanwhile, the same scene had been playing out in the fortress below. From what I could piece together, the nobles had attempted to take artifacts from each other, fought to the death, and dragged civilians and soldiers into the conflict as they either picked up dropped artifacts or attempted to defend their friends and family. By the time I got down there to investigate, it was mostly done and over with. I did get there in time to witness the fortress champion fight another dwarf who had picked up the artifact statue from earlier, just a few steps away from the mangled remains of the previous owner. The champion ended that with a fatal punch to the head and I carried on.
Nearby, a baron was laying into a crippled marksdwarf with a bone scepter, and a dwarven child hauling a artifact toy axe fled down a corpse-strewn corridor, a group of civilians who couldn't keep the kid in range long enough to attack in hot pursuit. Further in, I found the treasure room and the corpse of the dwarven queen, her artifact crown unclaimed.
Deciding I had seen enough, I nicked a few choice artifacts while sneaking, the queen's crown among them, and started to leave. On the way out, I met the champion again, wielding that damned statue to greater effect than the last two dwarves, proving his superiority by caving a poor macedwarf's head in.

Back on the surface, everything had calmed down. All the nobles were dead or scattered, and strangely enough none of the dwarves up here had gotten involved. Both the trade depot and nearby tavern had been spared the carnage, the occupants carrying on as though nothing happened. As I searched the area, I came upon the dwarf with the iron leggings, who according to his weapon of choice had managed to score seven kills before succumbing to his wounds. I collected the pants of doom and a fancy bone buckler on my way out, hoping nobody noticed my new acquisitions and vowing never to return to this wretched place.

I'd like to stress the fact that I did absolutely nothing to instigate this event, I was only there to witness it. I also really, /really/ regret not taking screenshots of this.

[PlumpHelmetMan]

It's witnessing events like the above that I consider the closest thing possible to "winning" the game.

[Robsoie]

My craziest DF combat story was about a forgotten beast several years ago
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=102839.0