I'll always have my last soldier from the first fort I breached HFS in in 40d. The only clown to come out was the clown leader, and he chewed through my entire military except some dick who was on break while everyone was being murdered and a good chunk of my civilians before two dwarves on opposite ends of the tunnel managed to close it off. During an attempt to reclaim that portion of the cave, I accidentally released him again, and he went on a rampage across the countryside, killing all the wild animals. I knew that soon, he would come for me too. I gathered the last of my defenses, the lazy wrestler and the last member of the fortress guard, and prepared whatever I could, stonefall traps mainly. Then he came to a hillside across from my fort's door, dress of a young lady dwarf held in his hand for some reason, so I told the two remaining warriors, "Get 'em." The guard ran toward him, then promptly turned tail due to being a pussy fortress guard, useless as ever, and I hope he went on to die of anus rot. The wrestler continued on, as the clown shot fireball after fireball onto his unarmored hide to no effect beyond a few simple bruises, and shot up the hillside to the clown's feet. Then in a moment whose events escape me due to 40d not having combat reports, the creature who had killed hordes of equally or higher skilled dwarves than this just minutes before without suffering a single wound ever was dead by the literal hands of a dwarf with no armor and no weapon.
Truly a dwarf is the pinnacle of life's forms.
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