So I rolled a new world. And checking legends, found a world gen fortress, which had been destroyed by an FB. And I checked the reclaim screen, and it was on a nice place, so I decided to reclaim it. But last time I tried that, I found out the world gen dwarves had pierced the candy cane, somehow. (its been 4 times this has happened to me already, on different worlds.)
So, not wanting to run any risks, I rolled a brown recluse spider man demigod in a nearby fort. Why spider man? Because the FB was a chubby spider with scales, a trunk and a venom-dripping bite. And spider fBs have webbing. And spidermans have no problem walking through webs.
After training a while my fighting skills punching giant turtle shells with all my fists, I went to the fortress. Got to the bottom, found no breach to the caverns, or the circus. Started searching the bedrooms, and I found it on the workshops!
I started stabbing it with my sword on the head/thorax thing spiders have. I could barely tear the scale. And I spent a lot of time like that, blocking kicks with my many shields, slashing at legs when a good opportunity arose, dodging charges... And I was getting tired. And suddenly I see that the head/thorax was very open... for a punch.
So I punched the scaly trunked spider FB on the face. And you know what?
The cephalothorax collapsed in a lump of gore.
I carried the thing's corpes upstairs, butchered it, put some of the meat into the barrels forgotten at the tavern, and then considered what would be the best way to go.
So, his mission complete, and knowing full well the dwarves that would soon come to reclaim this place would no doubt carve these now empty halls with images of his unbound bravery and socks, the lone brown recluse spider man walked to the bottom of the fortress, to the smelter level, gazed at the walls in which he would live forever a hero, and jumped down into the great magma sea, for he could not live knowing he had taken the life of another of his eight legged kind, even if it had an elephant's trunk on its face and scales.
He became one with the mountain's blood, dwarvenkind's best friend, singing a song about his shame.