As they say, the real PvP happens OUTSIDE of BGs.
I was on my tauren druid, level 57 at the time, traveling through Loch Modan on a slow day. I think I was searching for a way into the Badlands and got lost. Anyway, I was traveling past the drawven village when I heard the sound of bears fighting. I turned around and saw a level 14 drawven hunter grinding with his pet. Since this was alliance territory I couldn't kill him unless he was flagged, so I started to ride off.
Just then a bullet cut through my ear, dealing 5 damage. I touched the tiny spot of blood and glared at the insolent drawf. I might have left it at that, but when his wolf started gnawing on the leg of my kodo I decided to teach him the meaning of "level ??."
I dismounted and cast moonfire, killing him in a single blow. To make my point even clearer, I transformed into a bear and sat on his head. When he rezzed I promptly moonfired him and sat on his head again. I don't like camping, but I convinced myself it was for his own good.
When he rezzed the third time I decided to give him a chance to redeem himself. Sadly, my kindness was lost upon the trigger happy drawf. I planted my giant bear ass on his grave for the fourth time. He rezed soon after and I repeated my lesson, but by now I was beginning to feel sorry for the drawf. Maybe I was giving the wrong signals. I remained in caster, standing passively beside his corpse, determined to make peace.
I waved calmly at the recently resserected drawf and put on a big smile. The drawf let out a hearty laugh. I cocked my head pondering his motives. Ignorant, the drawf whistled and sent his dog to attack. I sighed as the tiny canine nibbled on my hoof and started to cast moonfire. A beam of white and violet light thundered from the sky, smoting me in an instant. With my dying breath I looked to find a purple moonkin standing off to my side, level ??.
I was on my tauren druid, level 57 at the time, traveling through Loch Modan on a slow day. I think I was searching for a way into the Badlands and got lost. Anyway, I was traveling past the drawven village when I heard the sound of bears fighting. I turned around and saw a level 14 drawven hunter grinding with his pet. Since this was alliance territory I couldn't kill him unless he was flagged, so I started to ride off.
Just then a bullet cut through my ear, dealing 5 damage. I touched the tiny spot of blood and glared at the insolent drawf. I might have left it at that, but when his wolf started gnawing on the leg of my kodo I decided to teach him the meaning of "level ??."
I dismounted and cast moonfire, killing him in a single blow. To make my point even clearer, I transformed into a bear and sat on his head. When he rezzed I promptly moonfired him and sat on his head again. I don't like camping, but I convinced myself it was for his own good.
When he rezzed the third time I decided to give him a chance to redeem himself. Sadly, my kindness was lost upon the trigger happy drawf. I planted my giant bear ass on his grave for the fourth time. He rezed soon after and I repeated my lesson, but by now I was beginning to feel sorry for the drawf. Maybe I was giving the wrong signals. I remained in caster, standing passively beside his corpse, determined to make peace.
I waved calmly at the recently resserected drawf and put on a big smile. The drawf let out a hearty laugh. I cocked my head pondering his motives. Ignorant, the drawf whistled and sent his dog to attack. I sighed as the tiny canine nibbled on my hoof and started to cast moonfire. A beam of white and violet light thundered from the sky, smoting me in an instant. With my dying breath I looked to find a purple moonkin standing off to my side, level ??.