My greatest moment had to be when I was Marshall and I had decided to take the last scrap of land from the Vaegirs, Khudan. My personal army was top tier, but the lords I had brought with me had a bewildering mix of recruits and skirmishers with them. They thinned out the line and were a liability when placed with the responsibility of fighting side by side with my troops and defending their flanks. With a heavy bastard sword and a medium shield I was the first man up the ladder.
I was more of a frightened child than a fierce warrior when all I could do was clutch my shield as I tried to push past their front line at the top of the wall. With a few cuts and scrapes I manage to squeeze past the first few, and slide against the wall to to make it to the left of the mass of men standing next to the breach. Their attention now turned away from me to the next man up the ladder. I was now on top of the wall by myself. After taking a few more slashes I finish off the archers on the left side of the wall. Too injured to rejoin the melee I pull out a bow to take shots at the meat grinder that was once a breach of their defenses. My men couldn't even get a swing of their swords in. One by one my men marched to the top to die within seconds, even my archers at the bottom were not being very effective. We only had one hope for victory. We had to get on top of that wall.
I grabbed my battered shield and ran down to help my dying allies. Only a few of my foes were dropped before every face on the left side of their defensive line looked in my direction. Ten swords and axes fell on me in an instant. The only reason I survived was my quick feet moving me backwards, and my poor shield giving its very last ounce of resistance left to protect me. My shield shattered, my back against the wall, on my very last leg, and with seven men trying to kill me. I do only what anyone else would have done. My left hand grabs the hilt of my bastard sword and now my only defense is the two-handed three foot area of death that was in between me and anyone who dared run up to me.
With the bodies of those who dared to face me at my feet and run back to the fight which is now passed the top of the ladder. We mopped up the archers on the other side of the wall and after another 20 minutes of fighting took the city. I didn't have any red left on my health bar, and I am certain that if I didn't run up to flank their line at the top of the wall that I just would have watched all of my men die.