Heroes / Batrider
Batrider is a Universal hero (Initiator, Disabler, Escape). In patch 7.41f Batrider wins 45.1% of public matches and is picked in 1.2% of them. Pro matches: 5 picks, 1 bans.
| Rank | Win rate | Games |
|---|---|---|
| Herald | 44.8% | 848 |
| Guardian | 44.5% | 2,660 |
| Crusader | 42.7% | 5,109 |
| Archon | 44.2% | 7,885 |
| Legend | 43.0% | 8,759 |
| Ancient | 47.0% | 5,048 |
| Divine | 46.8% | 4,053 |
Drenches an area in sticky oil, amplifying damage from Batrider's attacks and abilities and slowing the movement speed and turn rate of enemies. Additional casts of Sticky Napalm continue to increase damage, up to 20 stacks. Applies a small amount of damage with each cast.
Hurls an explosive cocktail that explodes when it reaches the target location, knocking back, slowing and dealing damage over time to enemies in the area.
Batrider takes to the skies, moving increasingly fast and laying down a trail of flames from the air. The fire damages any enemies it touches and destroys trees below Batrider. Maximum movement speed bonus is reached at the end of Firefly's duration.
Batrider's attacks apply a debuff that deals 20% of the attack damage every 1s for 2s.
Lassoes an enemy and drags them in Batrider's wake. Dragged units cannot move, attack, or use abilities. Teleporting or blinking will break the lasso.
There is no such thing as harmony among the creatures of the Yama Raskav Jungle. By bite, or claw, or pincer, or hoof, even the slightest sign of weakness means a swift death. They say the Rider was just a lad cutting chaff in his family's field when he was taken, swept up by a massive morde-bat looking for take-out. But this boy had a better idea, and wriggled his way from his captor's grip, onto the beast's back, and hacked it down with his tools. Emerging from the bloody wreckage and intoxicated by the thrill of flight, the boy realized he'd found his calling. The boy grew, and every summer he'd return to his family's field, often setting out into the bush seeking to reclaim that first thrill of facing death in the form of jaws or a fatal fall. The years went on, but his fire only grew stronger. He studied the overgrowth, plunging deeper with each expedition, until finally he found his way to the caves at the heart of hostility. They say the Rider, on the eve of a scorching summer night, had nothing but a rope, a bottle of liquid courage and a burning determination to feel the skies once more, when he plunged inside...