Ngukez the Mountain Titan! (Patreon)

So the ankylosaur I was drawing was for this! My most recent dwarf fortress had a pretty rough run and they were nearly wiped out by a rampant werebear problem. Basically, I lost track of how many dwarves were bitten. Somewhere in the neighborhood of over one hundred deaths later, I had more coffins than beds, but as I started to rebound, this guy attacked. Ngukez came expecting an easy meal, but my military had somehow managed to be the only ones to not lose their composure during the long famine following the were tragedy, and after the Blood of Bears three of the five were in peak condition. Armed with iron axes and the kind of ballsy fearlessness that only comes to hungry dwarves during a beer drought, my military surrounded the beast and proceeded to carve into it with the ferocious knowledge that any living creature can be food. Ngukez claimed the life of two who had survived the long horrors of the Blood of Bears, and he tore the arm clear from the socket of a third dwarf, but with a punctured lung, grievous wounds across its entire body, and a failing spleen, the titan gave out. The predator became the prey and my dwarves dined on their would-be destroyer! Since then the place has been booming, and my dwarves shop exclusively for bear leather when the caravans arrive! The soldier who lost his arm recovered, miraculously, if anything by dwarven stubbornness to die. He's now retired, keeping fit by working in the mines, which is one of the cushiest jobs in the fort when there's not a job to do.