These showed up within a day of each other on Silentthunders. Contingency plans, always. The first one, the Tick is a Titan that I do not doubt will either be captured or taken down by my Soldier Dorfs.
The giant tanzanite buddha vomiting poisonous gases everywhere?
Not so sure about that one. Luckily I've gotten it sealed away, hopefully.
Here goes nothing...
R. Ingish leads the assault.
The Tick rears up to bite her and
she shoves her sword down its throat through its mouth. She hacks off one of its legs and is sent sprawling three tiles away with a powerful kick to the head which severs the upper spine's nerves.
Marksdwarves open fire, hitting and immobilizing every single leg on the Titan. It falls over. It lashes out at the closest Dwarf, C. Thob. Thob scrambles away, coated in webbing.
The Marksdwarves are proving highly effective, the Tick appears strained with torn muscles and torn guts brought from the many bolts.
Thob drives his spear into the Titan from behind - he is only a novice speardwarf, a rare civilian in a Fort full of soldiers. All do their duties to the Fort. Dwarves are caught in the web, Ingish is breathing harsher and coarser.
It is surrounded in Dwarves. It cannot escape. Bolts slam into its sides, from behind, from below and everywhere.
Then came the picks. The hammers. The axes, the spears, the maces, the morningstars, the swords, the teeth, the cold.
It had wandered the world since the time before time and now it watched with strange peculiarity as it saw children clambering over its slowly dying shell. Its eyes closed as Udib Minefaint sunk his teeth into his head, tearing a part of his brain out triumphantly.
How much meat do you think's on that thing?
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Ingish Anvilshake is dead. Her body was found by Stukos Anvilshake, her only daughter. Much sads.