Pure Shaper - Shadow Fury
Kindra is not limited by a resource and may cast her abilities freely. Night Strike, Duskmantle and Shadowstep have their cooldowns reset if Kindra gets a kill or assist.
Kindra fires several blades in a cone in front of her, dealing 60 / 100 / 140 / 180 / 220 (+0.5) magical damage to all targets hit. Striking an enemy Shaper or Jungle Minion with this ability will cause Kindra to be healed for 10 / 15 / 20 / 25 / 30 (+0.3) when the blades return. The effect is halved for each subsequent hit after the first. This ability's cooldown resets if Kindra gets a kill or assist.
Kindra spins shadow blades in a short area around her, dealing 50 / 85 / 120 / 155 / 190 (+0.3) magical damage and slowing all enemies hit by 25%. This ability's cooldown resets if Kindra gets a kill or assist.
Kindra instantly blinks behind her target, dealing 60 / 85 / 110 / 135 / 160 (+0.55) magical damage if they are an enemy. This ability's cooldown resets if Kindra gets a kill or assist.
Multi-Cast: Kindra dashes to target enemy shaper, dealing 90 / 145 / 200 (+0.5) magical damage to nearby enemies upon arriving. After dashing, Kindra wraps herself in shadows, reducing all incoming damage by 10% for 2 seconds for each shaper hit. Nox Aeterna may be cast again within 6 seconds of the previous cast, up to a total of 3 times.
I see we're awake. Enjoying the sheets? Pure silk, you know. You asked me a question before. A marvelously simple one. "Why?" I do adore an essay question. Where should I begin? Shall I tell you of an unhappy childhood? That I never knew my father, and my mother beat and sold me on corners? The cruel young noblemen who used me for silver coins, tossed over their shoulder as I lay trembling on the straw? Should I mention that after my mother froze to death on the streets, I was sent to a mountaintop abbey? That unsympathetic Sisters of the Parchment rapped my knuckles, lectured me for my sinful life and depraved desires? I could tell you all that. Does it make you feel better? Aw, look at those big brown eyes. I bet your heart is full of pity. Your ears full of "you're such a good friend." That was all a lie, though. My mother is a northern countess. My father a well-regarded if eccentric scholar. My tedious friends and I had a perfectly safe, comfortable, grey little childhood. We had all we could want. Whatever, whenever, however much we wanted. Oh, I did go to an abbey. I was lectured. If you like, I can recite any number of platitudes and scriptures for your amusement. And I was punished, but for sins of my own choosing. My mother sent me there because of the little hobbies I've been sharing with you. Which brings us back to your question. Why did I snare you like this, dear boy? Why did I bind you, work my will and whims astride you, and then starting cutting, cutting, cutting? Because I can, sweetling. And because I'm bored.