So, I was wandering around looking for rares on my paly. I had flown in to the fp in Azshara and was running along the road back toward Ashenvale so I could get at the northern part of the Barrens, (after Takk the Leaper), and as running across the bridge I fly past a yellow name tag. I stop on the Ashenvale side and turn around. Sure enouogh there's a flagged person on the other side of the bridge. I hover over the toon... level 48 Forsaken Priest.

That evil voice in my mind instantly snapped and I started charging back across the bridge towards the priest who freaked out and started casting, I noticed the cloud pop under her as she lept off the side of the bridge, slowly floating down towards the river between the zones. I, having lost my mind jumped, still mounted, after her and hitting my Divine Storm while falling. Quite the visual, and I was laughing most evily. My toon of course fell like a rock into the river as the Forsaken priest gently glided down beside me. I was ready to try and hit her with any of my abilities as she glided near and then *POP* the yellow turned to blue.  Damn!!

She had some choice words for me, possibly not pleasent, but still, I'd do it again. lols  =)

What she said:

Curez says: ro'th
Curez says: ogg revash maza
Curez says: lok thorm