Dreadwolf stood tall and proud, his last kill vanishing to respawn somewhere else in this Tournament. He felt the coolness rush over him, his thirst and hunger quenched and sated, his cuts closing instantly. His next enemy stepped out. A brute of a man, he'd used the first Player Build. With flame-red hair and huge muscles, he towered taller than Dreadwolf, obviously under the effect of another class's spell; no player model was that big or strong at such a low level. He smirked, his dark hair rustling in a soft breeze, his staff at his left hand, his blade at his right. 

"Deorum antiqua lumina, ex Divina Ave audiat clamorem meum pugna!!" He incanted, the words coming naturally to him as usual. His staff glowed brightly, and so did his sword. The breeze grew into strong winds that buffeted him and his opponent. His enemy, wielding dual double-bladed axes, ran forth, his first slash nearly taking off Dreadwolf's head, but he ducked with ease, his sword slicing easily through the stomach of his enemy. His health dropped down, but he wasn't dead yet. 

"Damn. What DID he level-farm??" Dreadwolf muttered. "No matter.. He dies." Dreadwolf dodged lightly to the side as his enemy slashed downwards with both axes as one. "Dual blades won't help you." Dreadwolf smirked as he slit the throat of his enemy, him vanishing instantly. "Wonder how Bane is doin." He grinned. "Probably beating through them similarly to me."