Mishka is an AFK Arena hero belonging to the Wilder faction and introduced in patch 1.74. His type is Strength and his class and role are both “Tank.”
Mishka – The Wild Child
- Faction: Wilder
- Type: Strength
- Class: Tank
- Role: Tank
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Mishka transforms into Werebear form and jumps into the densest area of enemies, dealing 250% damage to surrounding enemies as she hits the ground, knocking them into the air and stunning them for 5 seconds; 250% additional damage is also dealt to the central enemy heroes.
After hitting the ground, Mishka lets out a terrifying growl, which reduces enemies’ Defense Ratings by 30% for 8 seconds; this effect cannot be stacked.
Mishka is able to ignore and is immune to all control effects while in Werebear form.
- Level 2: Enemies’ Defense Ratings are reduced by 40%.
- Level 3: Enemies are stunned for 6 seconds.
Mishka fights with two wolves by her side. The wolves possess 150% of Mishka’s Attack Rating and 50% of all her other attributes.
When a wolf attacks an enemy, they will mark it with a “Feral Bite” mark, lasting for 10 seconds.
Each time Mishka deals damage to a marked enemy, she will deal additional damage equal to 5% of the enemy’s current health, but the damage shall not exceed 300% of Mishka’s Attack Rating.
- Level 2: Other attributes shared by the wolves are increased to 80%
- Level 3: Attack Rating shared by the wolves is increased to 200%.
- Level 4: The additional damage Mishka deals to enemies marked with a Feral Bite is increased to equal 10% of their current health but shall not exceed 600% of Mishka’s Attack Rating value.
Call of the Wild
Mishka’s wolves sprint over to the enemy target and grip onto them, causing them to be unable to move or use abilities, marking them with a Feral Bite mark in the process.
Mishka then slashes the enemy three times, dealing 220% damage per attack, with the final attack knocking the enemy down, stunning them for 2 seconds.
When one of Mishka’s wolves dies, the number of attacks becomes 2; this ability cannot be used when both wolves have died.
- Level 2: Damage from each attack is increased to 260%.
- Level 3: Damage from each attack is increased to 300%.
- Level 4: Damage from useseach atincreasesased to 500% if the enemy is using a shield.
Mishka pours a healing resin over herself and her wolves, that heals a value equal to 150% of her Attack Rating and also provides a shield that exists for 6 seconds which is able to mitigate damage worth 300% of Mishka’s Attack Rating.
- Level 2: Shield’s value is increased to 330% of Mishka’s Attack Rating.
- Level 3: Shield’s value is increased to 360% of Mishka’s Attack Rating
- Level 4: All allied heroes receive healing and are shielded.
Signature Item: Bear Talons
Skill: Natural Defense: When Mishka’s Ultimate ability ends, she receives 30% Damage Reduction for 8 seconds. If this ability is used again while the Damage Reduction effects are still present, its effects and duration will be reset.
[+10 Unlocks] Allied heroes attacking enemies marked with a Feral Bite deal 15% more damage to them.
[+20 Unlocks] Allied heroes attacking enemies marked with a Feral Bite deal 30% more damage to them.
[+30 Unlocks] Each enemy that is knocked into the air by Mishka’s Ultimate ability increases the percentage of Damage Reduction by an additional 10%. Additional Damage Reduction can be increased to a maximum of 40%.
Furniture Ability: Nature Unity
3/3 Ability: 50% of the damage dealt by Mishka’s wolves is converted into her health.
9/9 Ability: Each time a Wolf dies, Mishka’s Energy is immediately replenished. Her Attack Rating is increased by 20%. Her Attack Speed is increased by 25 points for the remainder of the battle.
In a clearing in the Dark Forest, a giant bear and a pair of wolves are playfully chasing each other. Bounding around in their horseplay, they collide into one another, and in a bundle of flurried fur, they tumble down the clover-covered slope, half growling, half laughing. Perhaps the sun itself, beaming high above them, was infected with their giddy joy as it sailed beyond the distant hills unnoticed, staining heaven and earth a spectacular scarlet hue “Mishka. Time to come back; you need to train.” The husky voice of an elderly man was heard from the forest. The considerable bear shook its head and waggled its ears, shaking off some loose grass, as its body began to shrink, and its fur seemed to recede and fade away. Where the bear once stood, there now stood a young girl. This young girl is Mishka, a Skinshifter. Turning to look at the source of the voice, Mishka exclaimed gleefully and sprang over, enthusiastically launching herself high into the air, “Master! HUUUUUUUG TIIIIII|IME!” Mishka, mid-air, instantly transformed into a huge bear. The old man’ı s face suddenly dropped as he realized what was about to befall him; an enormous shadow completely engulfed him, and Mishka the Bear crashed-landed hard on top of him, sending dust flying and startling a nearby flock of birds. The dust settled, and the air cleared. His feet were sunk firmly up to his calves in the muddy earth, but Mishka was held firmly in his arms. “What foolishness! You’re not a child anymore.”
Jumping down from her master’s embrace, his arms now trembling from effort, Mishka transformed back into her young girl form. Despite her playful appearance, her facial expression was one who knew they were in the wrong but would do it again. The old Master and Mishka had first met ten years ago. At the very edge of the Dark Forest, a pair of wolf cubs cowered beside their mother’s corpse, a determined young girl standing before them, all that stood between them and a poacher. The scene left a deep impression on the old man; the unyielding stubbornness that burned in Mishka’s eyes was endearing; he wanted to save her. The poacher’s gun was trained firmly on Mishka. The very instant the old Master braced to intervene, Mishka let out! A deep growl, her form suddenly changing into a giant bear. The desperate little girl was now a ferocious beast. Turning to face her opponent, she lunged furiously forward, leaving no room for escape. The old man immediately recognized this little girl’s identity – a Skinshifter of the Dreamwood. The Dreamwood exists at the brink of the material realm, straddling between that which is real and that which is immaterial. The magic there warps the laws of physics, and some Wilder folk who frequent the Dreamwood developed unique traits, absorbing this magic. Gradually, this allowed them to transform themselves, and they became known as the Skinshifters. The old man finished off the poacher as he tried to flee, then hurried over to Mishka, collapsed from exhaustion in a heap on the ground. “You’re coming with me. I’ll teach you to stand up for yourself.” Mishka didn’t utter a sound, her eyes locked on the wolf cubs. “They’re coming, too.” The old man added. A tired but genuine smile bloomed on little Mishka’s face. That day, he formerly became her Master, taking her as his only pupil; the young girl, who had been alone for as long as she could remember, now had a new family. Even if the training was tough, now that she was no longer lonely and had company, Mishka could handle anything that came her way. After every training session, she would leap high into the air, allowing the whistling of the wind to soothe her weariness as she fell into the waiting arms of the old Master. Seeing her progress, the old Master took delight in Mishka’s success and shared her happines. At least he did until she learned how to transform in mid-air. That day was very nearly his last. Every day she grew a little bigger, and every day her Master’s arms grew a little thicker. The wolf cubs also grew into imposing-looking males – except when they wagged their tails. It was time for the fledglings to fly the nest and strike out alone in the world; they were old enough now to stand on their own feet. It was time to say goodbye. Mishka bundled up her belongings, ready to leave, then turned to her dear Master, embracing him in a tight hug that made a number of his joints crack. The wolves wagged their tails happily at the old man before chasing after the young girl. Under the setting sun, the silhouettes of one human and two wolves stretched ever longer. Carried by the wind came the young girl’s voice, “When I get back, master will have to catch me!”