Playing a new world with titan attack threshold lowered to 40 pop. First spring migration pushed the fort to nearly 50 and got somebody's attention:
The Brush Titan Atul Rikkirzuglar has come! A towering three-eyed chicken. It has two long, curly tails and it has a regal bearing. Its dark indigo feathers are fluffed-out. Beware its poisonous bite!
Naturally this happened right as a wave of migrants was wandering in.
FYI, this particular chicken *can* fly.
Activated the civilian alert and called up the ragtag militia. Five of my starting seven had discipline, wooden shields, bronze armor, and weapons (mostly picks) for just this sort of occasion. An additional four from the first summer migration also had shields, weapons (mostly axes) and partial bronze armor. None had any formal training yet, though--I've been busy trying to pierce the aquifer to get some decent underground digs.
Atul swooped down on my scattering dwarves and made quick work of a ranger, potter, shearer, and my best cook. The ranger suffered a poisoned bite, but the kick that exploded his head immediately after meant he didn't suffer much. Atul didn't bother with poison for the others, just wrestled them to the ground and kicked in their heads as well. Then the militia finally arrived and the tide quickly started to turn. The axedwarves got there first, but couldn't do much more than deliver paper cuts to its legs, feet, and tail (tho one lucky recruit managed to break a toe). Then the pick squad got to work delivering serious injuries to legs, wings and body. The best Atul managed after that point was to wrestle Tobul Fatharzes, my militia captain, to the ground (earning himself a crippled left wing). Right lung torn, leg broken, and guts spilled... Atul became enraged and began lashing out in every direction... but the militia easily dodged his flailing attacks. Finally, Tobul delivered a mortal blow to the neck, severing the spine and a large artery. Apparently he was still upset about being knocked down in front of his buddies.
Picks carried the day and there's regal chicken on the menu tonight, though it will be cooked badly---we miss you already, Kol!
Armor did its job---no fatalities or injuries after the the militia arrived. Seven are unhappy at being attacked and witnessing death, but being uninjured I expect they'll pull through.
All in all, it was a !!FUN!! day (for Atul).