I was busy assigning jobs and such to dwarves, when I noticed we're under seige b-- Dear god! We're outnumbered 2000 to one!
Whoops, wrong one. We're under seige by a small squad of goblins.
I ordered the military to go deal with them, and they bravely set off... mostly in completely the opposite direction, to go "pickup equipment" or whatever they call cowardice these days. One goblin got caught in a cage, while another began harassing the poor fisherdwarves. The only military dwarf nearby - a completely untrained, unarmoured marksdwarf - arrived and had a thrilling duel with the leading goblin.
Finally, a hammerdwarf arrived, wearing nothing but a pair of iron gauntlets. No weapon, no armour, not even a pair of trousers - just gauntlets. He fought bravely, but didn't last long.
Splat! The marksdwarf soon followed suit. Thankfully, the goblins were so dumbfounded at the miracle of dwarven architecture that is our entrance that they didn't even try to enter.
A certain former overseer by the name of "Dukegod" arrived, wielding a beautiful artifact iron sword, and began pruning the nearest goblin of its limbs.
Would you believe that was her first kill? I know!
The rest of the goblins seemed content to stand around in the distance and practice their treeclimbing skills, so I decided to turn my attention to other matters.