Normally when I am alone and scouting a castle for attack, I avoid the enemy and sneak off in another direction. I am a Templar, and my current set-up is a little squishy. But you looked like an easy mark, probably AFK and maybe a wimpy(?) sorcerer, so I attacked. You were level 20 something and I'm level 33. I figured I'd get in a few hits, you'd kill me, and I could blood port back to base. Best case scenario, my faction would show up to attack the castle and I'de be saved by a zerg.
Instead, the two of us danced, on the side of a hill, between a castle and a resource tower in the darkness of a Cyrodil night. For at least 20 real life minutes, but it seemed like forever. Sometimes I'd drift too close to the lumber mill and get the attention of a guard, but a shift down the hill to avoid them and I'd be all right. You had the better health regen, I don't think I ever saw you below 25%, but we couldn't kill each other. I tried every skill I had, sword and bow, but you wouldn't die. I'd run low on magic or stamina and be forced into using a non-enchanted blade to keep you at bay until I could recover. Still the fight ran on. I couldn't use potions, my quick slot was set for siege engine repair. Then it happened, my bow broke and then my blade. All I had was one last Ultimate, and you still had a full health bar.
It was a good fight, and I hung around a bit to watch you dance over my corpse. You deserved it.Our fight may have meant nothing to the campaign, but it was the most fun I've had in a long time.