Epic as hell WoW moment. Grave: 4, Alliance: 1 (or 0, depending on how you look at it).
Okay, so there I am, a 45 Tauren Shaman, minding my own business and questing away in STV, when this Alliance cat druid started to harrass me. He follows me around, PVPed, spams /spit on me, and the way he's moving and standing near/on the enemies, it's clear that he's trying to get me to click on him by mistake and initiate a fight. I almost did at one point, in fact. This was during a particularly hard fight where I ended up fending off about five same-level mobs, my health and mana were low. I barely pulled through, no thanks to the Alliance tard harrassing me.
Anyway, at this point I'd had enough. I rested up, and he was still there, standing next to me, being a jerk. I was about to attack, when I noticed another cat druid nearby, stealthed. Just to make sure they knew I could see through their ruse, I did /dance, /lol, /shoo, and other similar gestures on the stealthy guy, then started chasing him, at which point he turned into travel form and ran away. The first guy was still spitting at me, though, and that was the last straw.
I threw down some totems and started to beat them down. The first guy was dead before the second could even finish his heals. I fumbled a bit on the keys, adrenaline kicking in full force at this point, but managed to beat his ass down in no time flat. Proud of myself, I started to rest up, but they reappeared alive and well all too quickly afterwards (a graveyard nearby, I guess, or one of them had a Soulstone on them). I was still weak, but there was no way I was going down without a fight -- again, I killed one with relative ease, but the second managed to down me. Or did he? As he's running away, near death, I pop Reincarnation and get back up, then hammer the coward in the back with a Frost Shock, downing him.
After that, of course, I ran like a motherfucker -- I had nearly no health and no mana left, and was in no state to handle wave 3, or worse, their level 80 buddies. But all in all, I'm damn proud of how that fight turned out, and it's a good indication of just why you shouldn't put your PVP flag on, taunt and be an asshole to someone. They just might snap and teach you some manners.
Anyway, at this point I'd had enough. I rested up, and he was still there, standing next to me, being a jerk. I was about to attack, when I noticed another cat druid nearby, stealthed. Just to make sure they knew I could see through their ruse, I did /dance, /lol, /shoo, and other similar gestures on the stealthy guy, then started chasing him, at which point he turned into travel form and ran away. The first guy was still spitting at me, though, and that was the last straw.
I threw down some totems and started to beat them down. The first guy was dead before the second could even finish his heals. I fumbled a bit on the keys, adrenaline kicking in full force at this point, but managed to beat his ass down in no time flat. Proud of myself, I started to rest up, but they reappeared alive and well all too quickly afterwards (a graveyard nearby, I guess, or one of them had a Soulstone on them). I was still weak, but there was no way I was going down without a fight -- again, I killed one with relative ease, but the second managed to down me. Or did he? As he's running away, near death, I pop Reincarnation and get back up, then hammer the coward in the back with a Frost Shock, downing him.
After that, of course, I ran like a motherfucker -- I had nearly no health and no mana left, and was in no state to handle wave 3, or worse, their level 80 buddies. But all in all, I'm damn proud of how that fight turned out, and it's a good indication of just why you shouldn't put your PVP flag on, taunt and be an asshole to someone. They just might snap and teach you some manners.