Kite to death by a 45 almost OOM priest when I was a 47mage.
as a 60 druid I was owning warriors, rogues, mages and shaman outside ogrimmar the warriors and rogues are all T2 while I'm mostly blue and holding my trusty unstoppable force
By this time I'm feeling a little cocky and think warlocks are easy pickings; so I duel one.
I process to stealth and ravage him, he deadcoil then fear then dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot me, I was surprise at the amount of DPS the sucker was doing and after my HP was about 30% I finally gain control of my character.
I then tried to heal myself and get back at him, before the cast bar even appear I was fear again, the warlock inspired by harry potter then process to pull out his magic wand I was never so scared of a magic wand in my life before this moment.
PHEW! slowly, laboriously but insistantly the little red bolt glide it's way to my butt, it's aim was impeccable like god himself guide it's way to my ass.
The warlock manage to make me my own dead anus, the battle was over and I beg for my life unwillingly, I then jump right back up and show the warlock my middle finger to show that his overpowerness is bullshit.
now I made my own warlock, and his name is: "Unfair"