Goblins separated once more. Three axemen rushed after some kitten(No, not Erlis. Some other kitten.), and by doing so they left their leader alone and vulnerable. At the same time 9 migrants came.
The memory of the lone goblin killing and incapacitating dwarves left and right while greatly outnumbered was still fresh, and I decided to order an assault to kill the leader and hopefully destroy enemy morale.
1-goblin leader.
2-there three proud goblin axemen are returning after having killed a kitten.
But goblins are tough soldiers who start their training at the infancy, and my recruits are dumb asses, who only know how to gobble enormous amounts of food and yell at me for having to sleep in the mud.
While my fat meatballs were carrying their bellies to the Zolak Songured he managed to incapacitate no less then 4 of them. maybe even 6.
Again conventional dwarven arms(nails and teeth, fists and feet, everything they use in a drunken fight) were proven absolutely useless against sober enemy. Goblin axemen came too close and began an encircling maneuver on our disorderly mob.
By this time all of the council members, except Derpislava, who slept through the first battle and cyberTripping, who was hiding in the LongHall basement.
I made an important choice - "Once more into the breach, my friends!",- I screamed in fury and rushed into the two goblin Axemen, who were planning something nasty:
1- is a goblin leader making recruits miserable. the cross near him is a migrand who took an arrow(well, bolt...) in the knee. literally. one step from the dreaded Zolak.
3- three axemen. moving as Rommel taught, in pincers formation.
Next to two of them are I, Kerod and Neblime. fighting side by side.
Not that it was much more effective though:
But at least goblin was busy long enough for some migrant to lucky headkick him. He and his buddy also was not simly standing there and taking my rage. they managed to kill two more dwarves and wound even more:
Thedwarven corpse there iare actually two dwarves who died at the same spot. that fight was tough, but we made it, and somewher e to it's end goblins were shakenand sounded a retreat. Ngoso was mortally wounded and managed to only crawl few feet in his vomit before some migrant caught him. but his friend was more intact and was fleeing at great speed. In the thick of battle I decided to let him go and spread the word of what happened here, while we could still catch the leader. And possibly his last soldier - the one who was running to rescue his captain
They fought bravely, but were unrelenting:
1 - here lies the Ngoso, the lightning-fast marksman.
2 - here lies the loyal Smunstu, who did not abandon his leader even in the face of death and defeat.
Those goblin, despite their hideous customs, deserve a memorial. Maybe we could spare a few slabs to properly honor our foes?