Skyrim:
Early on in the game, I ran across those wandering 4 or 5 Thalmor goons who began to berate me on my beliefs and all that hogwash. I picked a fight with all them and managed to win, barely.
I continued onward until I ran across an Orc surrounded by corpses of large saber cats. He told me that he was an old warrior, and past his prime. He didn't wish to live the rest of his life in decline, and wished to have a worthy opponent to die against.
So we battled, and the old orc was one tough bastard. But I finally managed to kill him with one last arrow shot through the chest.
Out of respect for the balls this Orc had to seek a glorious and painful death. I dragged his body and propped it up against a rock, arrow sticking out of his chest. Laid his bloody weapon and shield next to him. Then dragged the bodies of the saber cats and Thalmor goons and left them around him. So his Orc friends will know that he did not go down like a *****.