As a Rogue I don't get many moments like this, so just humor me.
This AV started off pathetically, but like all my BGs I always play to 100% of my ability. I never give up, even when things are hopeless (although I will retreat to fight a later day if it's an option). Anyway...
So the game starts and Ally makes the "lol galv" run that they oh so favor. It gets shut down and the paltry SH defense (consisting of me and a hunter) gets slammed by the might of the horde offense. It all went somewhat downhill from there for awhile: we fought valiantly at SP for a good 20 minutes but eventually lost it. Hope seemed gone, and the remaining defenders fortified themselves at the bridge preparing for our last stand.
Someone made an announcement saying he was going to go take towers for points if any would accompany him. Due to me already being on the bridge, I couldn't go and I knew the defense would need me. Around 15 or so ally left to salvage our points, and all hope seemed lost.
I can't really say how it happened. We fought and fought but the horde kept pushing us back more and more. We lost the north bunker, then the south. We kept being pushed back, all the way to the aid station graveyard (as in, the horde pushed past the flag like you're supposed to do). It was here that I got to not only see the strength of arena gear, but also of resolve.
Two (now known) same server paladins ran right through the middle of the horde offense and dropped consecrate on the flag. I had already been out of stealth as I was dealing with horde up in the top. Instead of just killing the closest horde to me as I normally do, I popped sprint and headed right for these two paladins. My health never went above 3000/10000 for the entire time this was occuring. The paladins kept healing me, and I ripped apart any horde who was foolish enough to get within arms range. I popped evasion, cloak, pvp trinket, blind, cold blood, everything I had. I don't even remember the exact specifics, I was just completely immersed in the game killing as many people as I could.
Still, after some time the paladins' mana ran out and shortly after did my health. I released and expected to be in the sanctuary, but no. Our last little valiant effort had bought enough time for not one, but two spawn waves. When I rezzed and moved towards the flag it was surrounded with the bones of all the fallen horde and ally, but neither of which were in sight: the banner stood there gleaming blue in all its glory with not a single cursed red player around it. We had held our ground.
Then comes the warcry from Drek (stormpike filth!). The horde realized their general was under a real attack as our 10 man offense had managed to pull through. The horde fleed stormpike but all was in vain. The 10 man Ally offense had grown into a 30 man offense. The two paladins and I still stood at the bridge with them /taunting any horde to bring it. I lay in wait in stealth to see if any would meet our challenge but despite their large numbers not one did. The horde general fell and the battle was won.
One of the BEST AV's I've ever played, mainly because I've never had a spartan moment like that before.