The other day I was soloing on World of Warcraft when I ran into this Tauren Hunter in the woods just south of Ironforge. Near the end of the duel, as I found myself frozen in place by his ice trap, just one hit away from him killing me, he stopped. He stopped because he realized it was me - the missionary who had taught and baptized him all those years ago (years before World of Warcraft even existed).
So even though we were on two different sides (I was using my Draenei Warrior), we had a bond that was so strong that we just couldn’t bring ourselves to do what we were supposed to do. So instead of fighting, our avatars embraced and he ended up letting me go.
When I thanked him for saving my life that day, he insisted that in fact I had saved his life ten years ago when my companion and I knocked on his door and shared the gospel with his family.
So I guess we were even – which was good because then a couple days later I ran into him again while I was logged in with my Dwarf Rogue. And that time, I didn’t let him know it was me because I really needed to kill his Tauren for the honor points.