((This was all done by using station orders - no DFhack. At the risk of outing myself as a weeb, I have music to read this update to:
Same Nightmare))
Sodel was tired.
Just then, he wanted nothing more than to go to bed. He trudged down the hall toward his bedroom, head down. When he raised his head to open the door to the stairwell, he raised his head. That's when he saw her.
The Enemy, cowering before him.
Something snapped in his tired mind.
He charged down the hall after the fleeing fishery worker, past dwarves engraving the walls, catching her against the wall at the turn.
He hit her in the face with the pommel of his sword, trying to stun her. But his killing stroke went wide, taking off an ear instead of going through her eye socket.
She ducked down and left, trying to escape to the right, back the way they came.
Sodel gave chase.
Then, exhausted, her foot caught on an engraving of a crossbow, and she fell face-first. Sodel was on her in an instant.
Sodel paused over the headless corpse and looked around for more of The Enemy.
There! Down the southern hallway!
The dwarf turned and fled as he saw Sodel begin to run towards him. But a look entered into his eyes, and stopped running, and turned to face Sodel.
The human king tried to keep them apart as they squared off.
But it was in vain.
The fight was over in a single blow. Sodel laughed, slashing wildly at the helpless speardwarf, who was trying to crawl away.
Behind Sodel, Champion Iton saw what was happening to her young squadmate. She raised her spear and charged.
Sodel quickly finished off the speardwarf and turned to face the new threat. But now he was tired.
His first strike was parried, and his exhaustion cost him his left knee.
Sodel gritted his teeth, and fought kneeling. His grimace turned cruel as he took the champion's shield arm and left hip. He laughed out loud as his sword sent the Iton's left arm flying.
Iton, terrified and now tired herself, did her best to fend off the incoming attacks.
Alas, she failed.
Sodel knelt over the corpse of the former champion. His armor and clothes were coated in the blood of his foes; his beard, soaked in it. The fury of The Cascade welled up inside him. And in a raw and ragged voice, he roared at the world:
I AM SODEL SQUEEZERAGS THE LACONIC CANYONS OF TROTTING! I AM CHAMPION!WHO WILL FACE ME?The challenge resonated through the fortress.
And many answered.