One of mine was back during my first Gen, was only high teens - low twenties, somewhere in that neighborhood. We were on a Siege map that I haven't seen in a long time, but it had some ruins outside the castle, and as the attackers charge uphill they have to round a corner and come up this sort of corridor that's created by a long ruined wall and the outside wall of the castle where the door is.
I was on defense, standing by my lonesome outside the door to slow the attacker's charge to the door. My gear consisted of the Noble Nord cloth armor, a leather Nordic Footman helm, leather gloves, leather boots... and a Staff, ready to conquer the world.
Low and behold, around the bend and into the meat-grinder corridor came four heavily armed tin cans. I was like, damn, this is gonna be one short-lived defensive stand at the door. But bravely, and very stupidly, I held my ground and waited for their eminent arrival... and the pending doom to come.
The gap was closed and the battle began in a violent clash. Dull thuds of steel against wood and wood against steel. Jumping, blocking, striking, weaving, blood flying, knights knocking each other over in the mayhem. In a few short moments I stood there amongst four dead tincans, shocked and e-peen rock hard about by about x5.
The moral of the story? Never underestimate a peasant, it could just be his lucky day.
