Dreadwolf stood with his sword at the ready, his staff in his other hand. Somehow the staff was as well-balanced as the sword, proving easy to grip. He was ambidexterous, so he could use it no problem for blocking if need be. He waited for the assassin to close the distance, but he did not. But then he did. An incantation broke through his lips, and darkness swirled around Dreadwolf's vision.  He stumbled blindly, and could hear the croud booing him. He felt a blade slice deep into his left arm, making him drop his staff and stumble away. he cast a spell, throwing a fireball, and heard a grunt of pain as his enemy was singed. He smirked and threw another, now that he knew where the opponent was. It hit home, and the spell cleared. Dreadwolf darted forward, leaping up and stabbing his enemy through the heart. The crowd cheered loudly as the blood dripped from his arms.